The art of eating badly

In Gold Rush, Charlie Chaplin dined on the sole of a shoe. Not to be outdone, contemporary artists offer a range of similarly dubious treats. (We’re a long way from Dutch still lifes.)

Jesse Bernstein:

I sneak a cream of wheat sandwich and stale sweet roll, wash it down with juice squeezed from a leather belt.

For the fast food crowd who can overlook an indictment as long as it comes with ketchup, there’s Jack Daws’ memorial for the World Trade Center.

TWO TOWERS, 2003
Chromogenic print of artist-made construction from McDonald’s French fries and Heinz ketchup
photographed by Richard Nichol
50 x 40 inches, Ed/10

For those whose culinary standards are a little higher, Dan Webb provides a Feast.

For dessert, Greely Myatt has the cake. (More on Myatt from Nicole Griffin on SOAP.)