Sweet Sixteen or David Hockney.

So, David Hockney, the almost completely deaf septuagenarian British painter has won me over. The fucking bastard. For years I thought to myself, I'll be damn if I like anything by anyone who decided to wear this ridiculous hat:



or, these ridiculous glasses:





. . . looking like a faggoty Waldo.





















Recently I came across this work, which finally changed my mind. Plus his wardrobe's sobered up a a bit.