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Ilan Pop Art 


Mixed Media Sculpture with Neon Lighting


From Rodeo Drive to Lake Shore, Pennsylvania Avenue to Calle Ocho, the hipsters on Bleeker Street to the writers on Clinton Street, people are drinking Coke. The coolers are stocked at Lawsons in Japan and Checkers in Botswana. In bodegas in Mexico and corner stores in India, the single syllable “Coke” brings us together. The sound of it changes just enough to match the local language, and the flavor adjusts to the local taste. It captures some of the uniqueness of each region it makes its home, and adds its distinctive red to the local color. It adds the Coca- Cola font to the local script: Cyrillic, Arabic, Thai, so that whenever we’ve found Coke we know we’ve found something familiar.
And Andy Warhol once said:; “You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.”

Coca Cola

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