An original Neckface, spotted on the streets of NYC by Jake Dobkin.
Not Neckface: a painting by Laurina Paperina of the Perugi Gallery, spotted at Pulse Miami.
Also not Neckface: Andreas Hofer at the Rubell Collection in Miami.
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Nina Surel at Art Center South Florida.
Continue reading ‘Photos from Pool, Ginza Tropicalia + Art Center South Florida.’
Sea gulls hanging out at sunset in Miami Beach.
- And I Quote, from the New Times: “Half a billion dollars is poised to change hands during the next frenzied four days, as our fair city becomes an international Opa-locka/Hialeah Flea Market for art swells. Soon there will be more private jets than turkey buzzards flying over downtown’s Miami-Dade County Courthouse.” Bonus points: The article comes with a downloadable print-out of a “Baselopoly” Monopoly board. The most expensive property is, you guessed it, Basel. The cheapest? Contemporanea Fine Art in Little Havana.
- The Sun Post: An interesting article about what all those satellite fairs and art galleries do for the community that lives in and around Wynwood: not much.
- City Link (Article not available online): “The term art fair can summon all manner of terrifying images: overweight bargain hunters in wide-brimmed hats and floral shirts, coconut and driftwood sculptures bearing human features, watercolor paintings of Key West sunsets…” Not really, but if there had been a Basel satellite fair like this one, I woulda been there in a second because it probably would have been a ton of fun.
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Spaceship Shack by Chris Larson @ Pulse Miami, through Dec. 9th, 2007 until 5pm. More photos after the jump.
Continue reading ‘Photos from the Geisai and Pulse Art Fairs.’
Unplate.
The Fountain Art Fair in Miami is open through Sunday, Dec. 10th, 2007, until 6pm. See more pix after the jump (and on my Flickr.)
In the Rubell Collection’s backyard, there was a trough — and I mean a trough — of hardboiled eggs served for breakfast during the gallery’s opening. Not only was the smell, um, intense, I imagine that it had the negative effect of turning those art industry types into bigger gasbags than usual.
People were actually eating them — using latex gloves.
One person, however, was not enthused by the grub on offer.
Continue reading ‘The Damien Hirst Award for Creepiest Buffet: The Rubell Collection’
“Wait ’til you see the penis thing!”
“Forty-five thousand? Really?”
“I’m so lost.”
Most repeated expression of the day: “…and, you know, the artist attended Yale, and s/he’s been on the cover of…”
Eva + Adele at Art Basel.
Paul McCarthy’s chocolate buttplug Santas. I hate to admit this, but they smelled really good.
Detail of a painting in the entry foyer at the Elián González House.
You’ve popped into the Jorge Pardo show at MoCA, you’ve zipped through the Herzog & De Meuron exhibit at MAM, not to mention the 40-plus galleries in Wynwood. But if you think you’ve seen everything there is to see of Miami’s institutional culture, you are sorely mistaken. A short drive out of the Bermuda Art Triangle, to Little Havana, will take you to three exhibits that are not only fascinating, but have the added benefit of highlighting some of the most spectacular bottom-of-the-barrel episodes in the history of U.S.-Latin America relations. Do not leave Miami without a visit to the Elían González House, the Bay of Pigs Museum, and Woodlawn Park Cemetery & Mausoleum, where you can deposit flowers at the graves of both Nicaraguan dictator Anastasio Somoza and Cuban tyrant Gerardo Machado. You want travels in hyper-reality? This is it.
Stop #1: The Elián González House.
Yes. You can visit it.
Conveniently situated around the corner from the always-bustling Islas Canarias Cuban restaurant (don’t miss the mariquitas with mojo de ajo), the museum is situated in the actual house where the six-year-old Elián lived during his four-month stay in the United States in 2000. The four-room cottage is a monument to Elián, containing a copious number of photocollages of the young boy, as well as the complete collection of his wardrobe and toys. The museum, which charges no admission but accepts donations, is run by Elián’s great uncle Delfín, who obligingly shares first-hand stories about the whole sordid drama.
Elián’s old bedroom.
Continue reading ‘Two must-see Miami museums (and one cemetery).’