A new word.

I went to the highly-publicized Chanel mobile art exhibit in Central Park this weekend. Oh so lovely and oh so pretentious.

First were the pretty small-breasted girls wearing black Chanel sweaters. Get this--they have to return them at the end of the show. God forbid salary-women should wear such finery.

Then came the exhibit itself. You are loaned an mp3 player and asked to pick your language (Yiddish not available.) A smoky, too-much-whiskey, too-many Gaulousis voiced guide guides your every step. "Turrrrrn left and valk up the starrrrrrrrs."



Now combine "faux" meaning fake with art and what do you get? Faux + art = Fart.