It’s been a day and a half since the 84th Academy Awards wrapped up in a flurry of gooey love for a Gallic mash note to the Hollywood of 80 years ago, and I’m just now waking up on the bathroom floor, covered in regurgitated self-congratulatory awe. (Not entirely sure if it’s mine or the … More Oscar Hangover: Afterthoughts about Art and The Artist from the Cool Bathroom Floor