Really loving the current issue of San Francisco Art Quarterly! In a special booklet about performance that is packaged within the print edition, the magazine’s publisher and editor-in-chief, Andrew McClintock, interviews Vito Hannibal Acconci and things get pretty interesting. Mr. McClintock asks him, “What’s the worst performance you’ve ever seen?”
Stars: They're Just Like Us
Does Lady Gaga hate me? I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but it’s like she combined two of my biggest reoccurring stress-dream symbols–Jeff Koons and raves– to make ArtPOP happen a couple blocks away from my house on a Sunday night? Pretty sketchy.
But then today she announces that on Thursday she’s going to turn the already panic-inducing Times Square, where I work, into an even more horrific hive-swarm for tourists, pimply pubscents and creepily middle-aged “monsters” when she cuts the ribbon on a new H&M? It’s like “All right, I get it.”
As celebrities like Claire Danes, Hugh Dancy and Uma Thurman move in, locals respond with studied ambivalence. Read More
Last we checked in with Marina Abramović, the Montenegrin grand dame of performance art had just picked up a $2.65 million two-bedroom apartment in Philip Johnson’s Urban Glass House.
And now, the other shoe drops: Ms. Abramović has sold her Hudson Square townhouse to Italian designer and Givenchy creative director Riccardo Tisci.
Ms. Abramović and Mr. Tisci Read More
Being James Fanco
Tilda Swinton may have stolen Marina Abramović voyeuristic thunder at MoMA with her sleeping-in-a-glass-box shows, but when it comes to displaying oneself in glass boxes, Ms. Abramović will not be outdone: the Serbian grand matriarch of performance art just picked up a $2.65 million two-bedroom pad at Philip Johnson’s Urban Glass House.
The eighth-floor apartment at 330 Spring Street, in Hudson Square, was asking $2.6 million, but listing broker Suzun Bennet at Town Residential managed to get a bit over the asking price. “It was on the market for quite a while as an investor apartment,” Ms. Bennet told The Observer, but as soon as the rental tenant who was living there moved out, it sold. Unfortunately for seller Eliot Ferguson, though, it didn’t quite fetch the nearly $2.7 million that he paid for the unit at the end of 2006, at the height of the real estate bubble.
The 1,722-square foot condo’s interiors were done by Annabelle Selldorf, an inoffensive choice for a woman who once declared, “Art should be disturbing.”
1. Denial: According to Elle.com, Marina Abramovic is looking to make a film which explains to audiences, “‘Who is James Franco?’ and ‘Why is he doing what he’s doing?’” Haha, that is a very good question!
… Wait, this is a joke, right? Wasn’t he just involved in the documentary about HER? I’m pretty sure that’s illegal. Or at least, really gauche. Very funny, you guys.
“Everyone is wearing black,” a reveler remarked at the BOMB magazine gala. “There is still a downtown!”
Truly, the band of bon chic bon genre artists, patrons and gallerists assembled at Capitale Monday evening all appeared in shades of sable. Black jackets, black cocktail dresses, black eye-liner and black ties streamed into the room, punctuated by wan, porcelain faces. The group’s chatter soon reached a dull roar, and guests did their best to shout and drawl simultaneously. “I don’t really think they’re crypto-fascists, do you?” someone asked. We did not catch the subject of her inquiry.
Christened in 1981, BOMB magazine has enjoyed three decades of blessings from artists of both wide and marginal renown, the art world’s papal personae and choir-boys alike. While the full spectrum of BOMB devotees appeared at the gala, the vast majority were noteworthy members of the contemporary art scene. Marina Abramovic, Klaus Biesenbach, Dorothy Lichtenstein and Tim Nye all greeted their coal-clad friends and enjoyed the array of comfort-food canapés.
On a cold, drizzly morning last week, artist and journalist Ethan Pettit was standing in front of a big steel door in a stairwell in a nondescript loft building on North 11th Street. Mr. Pettit is a genial, hulking guy with broad, friendly features. Even with his curly, shoulder-length hair, matted down by the rain, he didn’t seem like a likely candidate for drag. But in the 1980s and early ’90s, he appeared as Medea de Vyse at parties and events throughout Williamsburg, including ones held in Arcadia, which was once on the other side of the steel door.
The entertainment of yore haunts Manhattan this week: Sex and the City 2 hobbles into theaters Thursday. This spectacle has nothing to do with our lives and so we plan to avoid it. As a general principle, though, we feel you can never go wrong with people or things of the past. On Wednesday the Read More
MoMA maintains an online portrait gallery of visitors to Marina Abramovic’s The Artist is Present, and one face keeps popping up: a man with slick hair and a black mustache, who often appears to be weeping.
Who is he?
He is Paco Blancas, “a NYC-based make-up artist,” and the museum has dispatched an intern to Read More