ART IS HARD
Did you know that instead of working, at this very second, you could be lying in a million bucks? Sure, you’d have to go to the Bowery, where art gallery The Hole is currently showing Stefan Bondell’s monetary masterpiece “The Black Box,” and sure, the money would be shredded into what amounts to hamster bedding, but still, a million dollars. That’s Damien Hirst-levels of excess.
OR, you could just make this project at home. Seriously.
Andre Saraiva doesn’t just own the keys (and velvet rope) to Chinatown’s most impossibly hip club, Le Baron, but the Frenchman-about-town fancies himself an artist as well. To wit, his first major solo show—subtly titled Andrépolis—premiered last night at Bowery gallery The Hole. It has been characterized as an “urban phantasmagoria” by Purple Magazine‘s Olivier Zahm, who also explains that “the exhibition has a surprise at the end, a carousel for adults, for those who are not afraid to ride the wings of desire.”
And oh, does it ever.