Thursday, July 7, 2011


New York is no fun July 4th week and South Beach is always fun, especially if you got to stay at the Gansevoort Hotel like some of us.  
I was lucky enough to sneak this photo off before the David Zwirner Gallery police asked me to not take pictures.  The show, a re-show of a 1989 German show, was impeccable in production but lacking in the artist's usual genius for sublime understatement and wily surprise.  They looked better at the Tate when there were only a few in Judd's 2005 retrospective which never made it stateside.  Word is that MoMA and MoCA are working on the big Judd show.

Ah, Mr. John Chamberlain at Pace.  Another one of my blind spots.  Like Twombly, I just don't see his work.  What's hard though is that he was one of Judd's favs and I almost always agree with what Daddy Donald thought.  That's why they have tshirts, bumper stickers, etc. all over Marfa that read WWDJD.

Jasper Boring as many like to call him at Matthew Marks.  Until the age of say 33, one of the greatest, most interesting American artists ever, and then followed by 45 years of thanking his lucky stars that people like the Lauders could help sustain his horrendous output at places like MoMA.
On a happy note, Woody Allen, one of America's greatest filmmakers released yet another film.  He is like Dylan, they never stop working.  This one, Midnight in Paris, is a big hit for Woody.  He deserves it.  It's a fun, light summer film for art aficionados.  Picasso, Man Ray, Dali, Gertude Stein all make cameos.

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