Entertain yourselves with a little stonerrific kinetic sculpture from the David Zwirner space at the Armory Show (or at least I think it was the Zwirner space). Being the truly bad reporter I am, I forgot to get the name of the artist. So if anyone knows, give a holler…
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Need to get your drink on after pondering the state of the art market? Boy, do we have the places for you. (Photos by C-M.)
Everyday, it seems that the economy sucks harder. Which means that an awful lot of gallerists and artists are gonna be white-knuckling it through New York’s Armory Week as they try to move merch at a time when few people are busting open their wallets. This is where C-Monster.net comes in. All of us, at some point this week, are gonna need a good stiff drink. Or seven. Either because we’re not making any money. Or because art fairs make us want to shove sticks in our eyes. So, in honor of Armory-palooza, I have rounded up the best spots for grabbing a snort — all in relatively close proximity to the fairs. I’ve even created a handy Google map that you can print and take with you. Cheers! And pray for a miracle.
NEAR THE ARMORY SHOW AND SCOPE: J. Mac’s. 600 W. 57th Street, west of 11th Ave. This eight year old spot is popular with the neighborhood auto mechanics, as well as the artists from the nearby chashama studios. It’s all bottles, no draft. But there’s a vintage cigarette machine that dispenses Marlboros, Newports and Parliaments and a pool table where a game costs a buck. The best part? The following advice, which is prominently displayed on the wall: “All you need in this life is a tremendous sex drive and a great eye. Brains don’t mean shit.” We’ll drink to that.
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Dan Lydersen at Jack Fischer Gallery at the Red Dot Fair. (Photos by C-M.)
We decided to check out one more fair before our brains exploded and headed over to Red Dot at the Park South Hotel (where we also happened to be represented on a panel). The location is ideal for a couple of reasons: one, there’s excellent Indian food all over the neighborhood (we heart Tiffin Wallah!) and, two, it’s just a block and a half from the hallucinatory margaritas at Rodeo Bar.
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Sage Vaughn painting at Volta. (All photos by C-M.)
The Volta New York fair is everything a fair should be (provided you accept the premise that they should exist in the first place). For one, it’s small. Two: it’s conveniently situated on 34th Street, just two blocks away from the good eats in Koreatown. Three: it’s one artist per gallery, so your brain doesn’t feel like it’s errupting when you saunter through. Four: they were giving away free samples of Basil Hayden bourbon. (Take it neat.) The only thing that could make this event truly flawless would be an on-site taco stand, in which case we would never, ever leave.
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No. 18 by Wan Zhijie. (All photos by C-M.)
Yesterday we packed a lunch and trekked down to Pulse New York, over at Pier 40 in the West Village, where people (like me) ordinarily get their cars out of the impound. Pulse is Armory’s hipper sibling: younger and less pretentious. And I’m a fan of their new site because it’s just a brisk 15-minute walk from Johnny’s, where I once watched a golden retriever – seated at the bar – take a lick out of Celso’s margarita.
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This is what it’s like to attend the Armory Show, an art bazaar on an industrial scale. Shown here: Irreversible depth of progress by Jin Meyerson at Emmanuel Perrotin. (All photos by C-M.)
Yesterday I donned my blackest finery and my smartest European eyewear and joined the Hans and Franzes for Armory-palooza 2008. As always, there was plenty of air kissing, champagne, high-heeled boots and, of course, the pervasive smell of money.
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