More than any other thing Beecroft created, the nude models standing for hours on end and the black models nude bodies on the floor being splattered with blood – laying there for hours while the artist herself, paint brush and bucket (symbolic of a weapon IMO) in hand does the ‘honors’…it was so violating and exploitive of these women. My feeling is that Vanessa must always be in control of her subjects – even those she paints or creates interactively …making sure they feel as uncomfortable and violated as they look. All the while the Champagne sipping truffle eating crowd observe and you could see those who were revolted by it, by her.

Disgusting! This mentally imbalanced so called artist is selfish to the point that even as her own husband is being candid with her (and us) she doesn’t care…it’s all about her. She very nearly says she doesn’t love him, scarcely needs him and mostly tolerates “American” convention for the sake of her so-called marriage or rather the fact that she NEEDS something from him; though what it is, we can’t really know but vaguely sense he’s some kind of helpless surrogate; there in a supportive role, there for sex, there for his fandom, there for the kids. It didn’t really matter what he thought or what he wanted. The poor guy.

You could tell he’s TRULY the one who cares about other people while she uses whomever and whatever muse provides her with the latest inspiration. This woman is typical of many elitists who feign themselves to be socially aware concerned individuals (and btw, she was raised in Europe, is Italian and English) while living in the lap of luxury with nannies and housekeepers to raise her kids. Her own children are not a number one priority and are peddled off as her self-important personal icon grows larger than life.

Got it, Vanessa!