Monthly Archive for October, 2008

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Photos: Hard Targets: Masculinity & Sport at LACMA.


Shaun Leonardo’s Bull in the Ring. There’s nothing like the sound of crunching bones at a museum opening. (Photos by C-M.)

Sometimes sport is art. And other times, art is sport. In the case of LACMA’s newest exhibit — Hard Targets: Masculinity & Sports — it’s a bit of both. The show’s opening last week got off to a rousing start with a performance by Shaun Leonardo, in which the artist, dressed in black football gear, was rammed repeatedly by a bunch of real-deal players. Indoors, a video piece by Joe Sola broadcast a similar exercise: Saint Henry Composition showed the artist, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks, getting repeatedly tackled by members of a high school football team. (Both pieces led me to wonder if both Leonardo and Sola weren’t beaten up quite enough in their youth.) 

The show, curated by LACMA’s Christopher Bedford (who has played rugby and American football and still has all of his original teeth) takes a look at how contemporary art addresses the subject of organized men’s sports. The sneaker sculptures of Brian Jungen examine athletic regalia. Photographs of high school wrestlers by Collier Schorr look at issues of team dynamics and male adolescent sexuality. And a giant soccer ball sculpture by Mark Bradford, hangs like a nutsack in the corner. It’s a small, but potent show, that looks at a subject that is omnipresent in our culture, yet almost absent from contemporary art. The only bummer was that not a single work was devoted to curling. So, get on it all you Yale MFAs. It’s time you stopped gazing at your navels. And started watching ESPN.

The show is up until Jan. 18th, 2009.

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The Digest. 10.13.08.


The Waffle Stop in Sarasota, Florida: Elvis ate here in 1956…and had three eggs, two orders of toast, three strips of bacon, pan fried potatoes and three glasses of milk. (Photo by C-M.)

Photos: Jeff Wall at Lorcan O’Neill in Rome.


Detail of photograph by Jeff Wall. Looks a lot like an archeological excavation. But, then again, after a month in Rome every landscape starts to look like a ruin waiting to be dug up. (Photos by San Suzie.)

Rome’s Galleria Lorcan O’Neill in trendy Trastevere was buzzing with the local glitterati for the opening of a new show of Jeff Wall photographs last Thursday night.  The big (okay, wall-sized, can’t help myself!) black and white silver gelatin prints were mainly landscapes of one sort or another. All in all a nice show in a cool setting — it’s not often that you get to see contemporary art in a building that’s about the same vintage as Michelangelo. For those of you who think that art begins with Picasso, that’s about 1500 (which, in these parts, is considered modern).

The show is up through Nov. 29th.

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The Day in Campaign Shrubbery.


Orlando, October 2008. Now who’s got weed killer? (Thanks to Central Florida correspondent, Indian River Fruit Lady, for the sublime ridiculosity.)

Sneak Peek: Quality of Life at Factory Fresh in NYC.


UFO 907, by Luna Park. (All images courtesy of Factory Fresh and Luna Park.)

Sam Horine, Jake Dobkin, Street Stars and the super awesome Luna Park are havin’ a show at Factory Fresh, in Brooklyn, and it kicks off tonight. I can’t be there because I’m currently battling the giant burritos of Southern California. But I nonetheless managed to lay my hands on a few of their photographs in advance of their opening tonight. Here’s a preview from the exhibit, Quality of Life. Break a leg, guys! 

The show opens tonight at 6pm and is up until October 31st.

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The Digest. 10.10.08.


Crab on rollerskates, by DAVe Warnke. (Photo by DAVe Warnke.)

Photos: Mahjong at the Berkeley Art Museum.


Forget G.I. Joe: Yue Minjun’s battalion of smiling men at the Berkeley Art Museum are action figure-ready. (All photos by Gay Swan.)

I had visions of China as I strolled through Mahjong, the exhibit of contemporary Chinese art currently on display at the Berkeley Art Museum. Maybe even visions of Chinatown, of commodities bought and sold. Personally I was relieved. I did my time with Chinese art chaperoned by my parents. The natural shanshui landscapes and watercolors were a yawner. The historical and spiritual implications were so vast, I just couldn’t get into it. But here at Mahjong was a consumer vocabulary I could understand. There were fun clothes and bright constructivist posters and plastic tchotchkes, all sensationally over-obvious in their message. I wanted to buy, buy, buy!

Then I began to get bored. And a little panicky.  That spiky-haired, black-shirted Chinese museum security guard who busted me taking pictures didn’t help matters. I suspected Triad ties. So I escaped to the Urban Outfitters next door for some retail therapy. As I chilled out on the Anywhere Sofa ($325), under a speaker blaring rap as if it were nationalist slogans, I realized that the wares that surrounded me were all made in China. I had left the Mahjong exhibit, only to find myself in its American mirror image. Heck, the museum and Urban Outfitters even sport the same warehouse chic. And all I could think was, ’Wow, these faux vintage tees and graphic bedspreads would look great with Chanel No. 5 by Wang Guanyi or Mao/Marilyn by Yu Yuhan printed on them.’

The show is up until Jan. 4th, 2009.

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Calendar. 10.09.08.


A photograph by Jake Dobkin, in Quality of Life, at Factory Fresh in Brooklyn. (Image courtesy of Jake Dobkin.)

The Digest. 10.09.08.


The D.I.Y. Louis Vuitton car, Los Angeles. (Photo by C-M.)

Photos: Francis Alÿs: Fabiola at LACMA.


Just like my tía’s house. (Photos by C-M.)

In a one-room gallery in the Ahmanson Building at LACMA, nestled between all of that historic European art (cherubim, anyone?), is an assemblage of bric-a-brac that has to be one of the most compelling installations I’ve seen in a long time. The 300 some odd portraits of Saint Fabiola (patron saint of abused women), assembled by Belgian-born contemporary artist Francis Alys, is one of those exhibitions that you expect to whiz through. But five minutes soon turns into 45, and you find yourself stuck, staring down every single last image, wondering who the heck came up with the brilliant-yet-demented idea of creating a mosaic portrait of a Roman saint using legumes. 

The paintings, mosaics and needlepoints that depict the serene, red-robed Fabiola are all reproductions of a lost 19th century portrait of the saint by Jean-Jacques Henner. Alys has spent more than a decade plucking them out of flea market obscurity on several continents and has assembled them into a vast salon-style exhibit that wryly mimics historical, academic shows — while letting unknown, vernacular artists have their say. All together, the portraits form the pre-Internet version of a meme, like LOL cats gone seriously Catholic. If you live in L.A., don’t even think of missing this.

The show is up through Jan. 4th.

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