Here we encounter the properly dialectical paradox, you see. We think Andy Warhol and Jeff Bezos are opposites. The artist and the capitalist, transgression versus accumulation, and so on and so on. But no! The truth is the opposite. What they share, bad bitches and coke, this is not the vulgar exception to their higher pursuits. It is the Thing itself. The pinnacle. And the ultimate ideological mystification is precisely the belief that one does it for something else, for the art, for the shareholders, when in fact the art and the shareholders are the alibi, the obscene supplement that permits the enjoyment. That is ideology in its purest form.
It's hilarious that there's a whole fanbase that wants this boy to be some tortured art and literature intellectual but he's really just a NYC wigga dude bro who loves bad bitches and coke.