A flagpole penis. A shrink’s couch in a pocket. A haloed spider. Did LSD lead Lou Hirshman to abandon caricaturizing the famous? Was his second period a psychedelic trip? Did he make high art or “high” art? In this FICTIONAL, TONGUE-IN-CHEEK story, Hirshman swims with dolphins to the other side of the other ocean.
The sum of the parts is greater than the whole. Trite but true when it comes to Lou Hirshman’s art. In this first QUIZ of a new series, we challenge the lovers of Hirshman’s genius to test their skills by matching his Devil-in-the-Details wit with the caricatures/collages to which they belong. Let the quiz begin: […]
In this second Posthumous Interview, more than 30 years after Lou Hirshman’s death, the irreverent comedian Groucho Marx – the subject of one of Hirshman’s finest pieces parodying one of filmdom’s funniest entertainers – comes to life as he banters his way through the artist’s take on humor. Groucho’s quirky quips meet Hirshman’s witty art. […]
In 1937, Lou Hirshman created one of his most famous caricatures – Adolf Hitler – complete with a dustpan scoop of shit for the brown-shirted despot lying in a dirty gutter. Had Hirshman been under the Früher’s rule, the constructor of that construction would certainly have been arrested, tortured and made to stand before a […]
INTRO: In 1938 when Catherine Littlefield, the force behind the Philadelphia Ballet, got wind that Lou Hirshman had done her in an unflattering caricature, she hunted him down, tore up the sketch and gave him a resounding slap. She also gave the press something to write about. The star of the show? Hirshman’s sore cheek. […]