We have very strict rules about adding to our “Things to Do” feature after a certain point on Monday but here’s another art world event happening this week that we forgot from earlier: the Whitney Art Party! Read More
On Thursday night Ari Marcopoulos, curator of the most recent show at the Family Business gallery in Chelsea, was making a Molotov cocktail in a Snapple bottle. Outside, about 50 people were gathered around a trashcan overflowing with Xeroxed photographs, drawings, receipts, business cards, pornography and other paper ephemera that were on the gallery walls less than an hour before. You can probably guess where this is going. Read More
In this week’s Observer, I wrote about the artist duo Gilbert and George, whose new show “The London Pictures” opens at Lehmann Maupin and Sonnabend tomorrow. Read More
At 6 p.m. this past slushy Saturday, arty types packed the theater at the Guggenheim for a sold-out, seven-hour symposium, called “The Last Word,” that marked the end of the Maurizio Cattelan retrospective at that museum, and the artist’s avowed retirement.
The speakers discussed the end in all its forms. Marc Etkin, who wrote a book on suicide notes, shared a few choice selections (“P.S. I DIDN’T EAT THAT FUCKIN’ SANDWICH,” that guy shot up a mall), and Nancy Northup, president of the Center for Reproductive Rights, spoke to the freedoms granted by a fertility restriction. Salty sportswriter George Vecsey pointed out the parallels between Mr. Cattelan’s hanging sculptures and the tradition that inspired the phrase “hanging it up,” wherein retired athletes actually nail their jock straps to the wall. Read More
A wave of flannel descended upon the Museum of Modern Art on Saturday for a performance by the experimental D.J. Oneohtrix Point Never, a.k.a Daniel Lopatin, whose latest album received an 8.8 from Pitchfork and all the instant (if deserved!) admiration that entails. Read More
Art fans, plate fans and just a socialite or two hit the Bernardaud store last night for a signing of a special-edition plate designed by Jeff Koons. The second in a series that debuted with Rudolf Stingel, Mr. Koons’ plates drew an impressive crowd that dutifully formed a line around the store as they waited to reach a quick-depleting stack of plates to be signed by the artist, who sat at a table in the middle of the room. Champagne was distributed, for the wait. Read More
“Charles!” Tracey Emin said at her book signing last night, greeting Rizzoli publisher Charles Miers, who’d just pushed through the crowd that crammed every inch of the small store’s space. “It’s a nightmare! Nobody showed up!”
Bookmarc, Marc Jacobs’ West Village book store, could barely contain the patrons who clamored for Ms. Emin’s signature—her latest offering My Life in a Column (Rizzoli) is a collection of her weekly dispatches for The Independent. Drinks came in the form of bubbly canned Sofia brand wine from the Francis Ford Coppola Winery, with mini juicebox straws included. Read More
Fans of the holiday spirit packed the Artists Space loft Friday for a viewing of Babara Rubin’s 1963 film Christmas on Earth, a heartwarming, stop-action romp that tells the tale of a snowman who discovers the true meaning of the birth of our savior. Just kidding! Read More
