Okay, so a few days ago I wrote a satirical piece about the Britney Spears anti-choice sculpture, and ever since then, we at the Offices of I, Asshole have been roaming the highways (and extremely low-ways) of the Internets looking for the Other Side of the Sculpture. I even asked my friend Dunhill, who lives in Brooklyn, to track it down. And now, I believe I have found it. However, this looks like it’s a model or different version, because the hands and ankles aren’t connected. I’m guessing someone snuck a camera phone into the artist’s studio or storage space.
I am being kind to you all and linking to it, rather than just posting it, because of the uproar of having Britney’s tatas up on my front page for so long. So now, the choice is yours. In lieu of the actual picture, I decided to compose a short photo-essay.
A Tribute Inspired by Britney’s Womanliest Moment, Captured Artistically for All Time.