
From the series Juarez, Narco Terror and Christmas by Jeff Antebi. (Photo courtesy of Antebi.)
It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day. In tribute: the man on Meet the Press back in 1961.
- The giant banana slug.
- Tino Sehgal profiled in the NY Times Magazine. (My favorite line: “His tousled hair is innocent of exposure to a brush.”) In related news: You’ve got ’til 5pm today to sign up to accompany me and WNYC in covering the Sehgal show at the Gugg. Get on it!!
- We Report, You Decide: Mat Gleason at Coagula is reporting that Christopher Knight of the LAT has a mullet. I’m not sure I agree. (This is a mullet.) We are both in agreement, however, that this photo would be way more badass if Knight were wearing a Dokken T-shirt.
- The Italians still want their shit back.
- Geneva museum is forcing its visitors to watch video art. The whole thing sounds like being in line at Universal Studios.
- The Flog has a wonderful photo essay in tribute to Doctors Without Borders.
- Fabricating an artist’s copper cookie cutters. Nerdy goodness.
- Pantone unveils its color of the year for 2010…and it looks an awful lot like sea foam. (Grazie, *fab*.)
- After the Elephant Dung: Nice profile of Chris Ofili in the Guardian.
- Fay/Ruscha.
- A gallery of vintage film posters. I need, I want, I have to have…the Czech poster for Cool Hand Luke.
- Photo Essays: NYC Subways in the ’80s. (What You Write.)
- New York Smells scratch-n-sniff gift cards, in scents such as Bagels & Lox, Hot Dog and Summer Subway. (Art Fag City.)
- Punk rock cupcakes. For when you really want to eat something that says ‘Discharge.’
- Today’s Graff: Hives, Drama in Philly.
- The LAT’s Christopher Hawthorne reviews the Aqua Tower in Chicago, the tallest to be designed by a female architect.
- The bug dome. Sorta related: a totally crazy Portland tree house.
- The case against blowing up mountains. (BLDGBLOG.)
- What your tattoo location says about you.
So not a mullet!!! What was that guy thinking??? But I wish Eli B. would have one.
Mullet or not, Mat Gleason is correct in his assessments of Tyler Green and Christopher Knight. I couldn’t imagine two less interesting art world arbiters. Knight, in particular, has got to go from the LA Times. He’s out of touch with the city, its energy, and any sense of excitement and unpredictability.