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Monthly Archive for April, 2010
Nick’s Pizza, by Zoe Strauss. This Sunday, May 2nd, she will show a decade’s worth of pictures under I-95, at Front and Mifflin Streets, in Philadelphia. The show, titled I-95.10, will be up from 1-4pm. (Image courtesy of Strauss.)
- NYC: South African Photographs: David Goldblatt and South African Projections: Films by William Kentridge, at the Jewish Museum, opens Sunday.
- NYC: Picasso in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, through Aug. 1.
- NYC: Claude Monet: Late Work, at Gagosian Gallery, on 21st Street, opens Saturday.
- NYC: Shepard Fairey: May Day, at Deitch Projects, opens Saturday.
- NYC: Crossing the Line: The 2010 D-Crit Conference, moderated by Kurt Anderson, kicks off at SVA, this Friday.
- NYC: Ad Reinhardt, In the Minds of Me, at the Woodward Gallery, opens Saturday.
- NYC: Hector Canonge, Low Lives 2, a live performance at the Taquería Tulcingo in Jackson Heights, Queens this Friday at 6:30pm. Online streaming will begin at 8:30pm on UStream.
- NYC: Drawing Blood, a group show, at WORK Gallery, opens Saturday at 6pm.
- Chicago: Art Chicago kicks off Friday at the Merchandise Mart.
- Santa Fe: Saul Becker, Marti Cormand and Steve Robinson, Vanishing Points, at LewAllen Projects’s Railyard Gallery, opens Friday at 5:30pm.
- S.F.: Blek Le Rat and Above at White Walls, opens Saturday at 7pm.
- L.A.: Matthias Merkel Hess, Fine Art 626-394-3963, at the 18th Street Art Center in Santa Monica, opens Saturday at 6pm. It’s not too late to dial in an order.
- L.A.: Phil Frost, Pale Writer, at Known Gallery, through May 15.
- L.A.: Jaime Hernandez signs his new book, the Secrets of Life and Death, at Family, next Tuesday at 7pm.
- Berlin: Mario Ybarra Jr., Silver and Blacks, at Galerie Michael Janssen, opens today at 6pm.
“Rednecks” get crunky on lots of domestic beer at Mullet Toss 2010 on the Florida/Alabama border. Best viewed LARGE. In fact, this photo is so damn good, y’all better make it your desktop wallpaper. (Photos by C-M.)
In the event that you were wondering what the redneckiest of redneck events in these continental United States might consist of, I’ll fill you in: the Interstate Mullet Toss — an annual party in which the good folk of the Florida panhandle get together at an old honky tonk called the Florabama to toss mullets across the state line, drink lots of bushwackers and Bud and cheer on the local ladies during the bikini contest. Naturally, there’s also plenty of clothing removal and occasional fist-fighting. Though, admittedly, it’s not all straight-up rednecks. There are also redneck wannabes, redneck-watchers and rednecks-in-training. All around, it was an excellent time. And, for the record, I threw my mullet 38.2 feet. Not bad for a virgin.
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The painting that NOMA got on a bet: JMW Turner’s The Fifth Plague of Egypt, from 1800. An explanation of the wager (which was instigated by Tyler Green) can be found here. (Photos by C-M.)
Spent an awesome afternoon floating around the New Orleans Museum of Art, which has an excellent African-American art exhibit up right now. Naturally, I just had to check out the Super Bowl bet painting. (See above.) And made some wonderful discoveries, too. Namely a rare painting, on glass, by Paul Gaugin (after the jump).
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Rex Dingler and Celso at the Half Moon in New Orleans. See it LARGE. (Photo by C-M.)
Apparently, in the deep parts of Fox News Country, it has become customary to decorate your truck with a pair of dangling testicles. (You know you want to see this LARGE.) I’m deeply hoping this trend makes it all the way to New York. (Photo by C-M.)
Alls I gotta say is: Sweet. God. Almighty. (Photos by C-M.)
I’m not ordinarily a Whole Foods shopper, but I just HAD to visit the corporate HQ of America’s most blinged out supermarket chain while in Austin — and thankfully, my efforts were amply rewarded. The Whole Foods here is truly out-sized, with colors that are hallucinogenic and a baby boomer soundtrack that keeps the senses on total overload. I realized that it made perfect sense that this is a company that would emerge from Texas, a state that revels in doing everything on a larger-than-life scale. The whole experience was like entering an Andreas Gursky photo. With smells. And insane amounts of disposable plastic. And a three-foot tall chocolate fountain.
As totally insane as the whole place is, I have to tip my hat to the folks in corporate for the presence of the Bowie BBQ stand in the middle of the store. Their brisket sandwich KICKS ASS.
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