As longstanding admirers of Perez Hilton's artistry, we, like so many others, could not help but notice that his recent contretemps with the Black Eyed Peas (or whatever, I sort of spaced on that story) had left him rattled and unsure of himself, seemingly insecure and questioning his own massive talent. It's obviously too soon to tell whether his issues have been resolved, but we have to say that if the photo above is any indication, Mr. Hilton is back at the pinnacle of his game. Check out the jizz-work here: subtle and elegant, but boldly declarative at the same time. Welcome back, Perez! We cannot tell you how much we missed you.

Michael Musto dusts off an old John Currin painting of a topless Bea Arthur. Clicking on this link will almost certainly reveal something about your sexuality, although it's hard to say what.

You will be hearing more on this in the days to come! For now, let's just say that you should pay a visit to this David Hockney painting at Christie's. It has been hidden away in Betty Freeman's kitchen in Los Angeles since the early 60s. And it will be sold on May 13, most likely to a major institution and for a world record for Hockney. But you can see it for free at 20 Rockefeller Plaza in New York City every day until then! It is awesome.