When the Takashi Murakami show hit LA last year, one of the most common reactions while touring the premises went something like this:

“Parental advisory? Whaaaaaat? All these little animals and flowers are so cute and pop art-y and HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT NEVER MIND.”

That moment right there is when most folks rounded the corner and spotted The Lonesome Cowboy, a gigantic statue who is very talented in a way I can’t really describe without blushing (don’t worry, you’ll be able to figure it out in a second). Anyway, the exhibit just wrapped up a stint in Brooklyn, and Heidi MacDonald attended and posted a nice essay with some very insightful points, but I have to admit that before I even read said essay, I laughed for 10 minutes over the little outfit she gave Mr. Cowboy. I just love that. He is digging the tasteful hibiscus-themed pattern — you can tell.

As for the answer to Heidi’s final question, I think the cowboy looks fucking elated. Wouldn’t you be? I mean, if you could do that?