Because my brain seems to be operating in a NyQuil dimension: yesterday I missed the fact that it was World AIDS Day/A Day Without Art. But I figure, better late than never. So, no art in the Digest today.
Cinema-inspired artist Mark Leckey wins Turner Prize. (And Adrian Searle doesn’t like it.) Video here. I have to be honest: Finding out the winner of the Turner Prize is kinda like finding out who Deep Throat was. Interesting for a second. But then I go right back to my Cheetos.
The Art Industrial Average continues its southerly plunge: Works by Degas and Renoir fail to sell at Paris auction (AJ). Related: Prospects for Art Basel Miami Beach, grim.
Speaking of which: we are in the middle of a sexual recession. (Thanks, Big Papi!)
We Make Money Not Art reports on the São Paulo Biennial, which apparently is deficient in art. But check out those pink women’s bathrooms. Sublime.
Gallery talk: Mary Boone and Edward Winkleman talk about the gallery trade in separate interviews. (Set aside some time for these, they’re both quite long, but worthwhile. If you’re an artist trying to break into a gallery, Winkleman’s interview provides some solid advice.)
Not sure what to make of this one: Libeskind’s new condo plan for NYC will include a mid-building cut-out for gardens. I wonder what those gardens will look like in January. Nothing like the rendering, I’m sure…
Love how Japanese architects do so much with so little: The C1 House.
