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Photo Diary: Outsider Art Fair, 2012.


A detail from Rome, ca. 1970, by the Rev. Samuel David Phillips.


An abstraction made from reclaimed lath board by Kinetic Tornado (in benefit of the Konbit Shelter Project).


Jaguar, by Oranit Solomonov.

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Photo Diary: Works from the collection at MADC, Costa Rica.


Testimonio, 2003, by Isabel Ruiz, from Guatemala. Painted on 23 handkerchiefs are testimonies of violent incidents during Guatemala’s Civil War, from 1960-96. (All photos by C-M.)

The Museum of Contemporary Art & Design (MADC) in San Jose, Costa Rica is the single biggest, most important center for contemporary art in Central America — with a permanent collection that is focused on the region. I’ve been to the museum countless times, but this time I was lucky enough to stumble into a show of works from their permanent collection. (It’s a small institution, so display areas are usually occupied by temporary exhibits.) Always refreshing to see work by artists operating outside of the Bermuda Art Triangle.

Colección MADC is now on view.

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Photo Diary: California Design at LACMA.


OMFG, yes: lobster swimsuits by Mary Ann DeWeese, on view at LACMA as part of the California Design show.


The Avanti, designed in 1961 by Raymond Loewy. I would wear my lobster swimsuit while I drove this around.


A pamphlet advertising the City of Lakewood — L.A.’s first planned community. Speaking of which, if you haven’t read D.J. Waldie’s Holy Land: A Suburban Memoir, then get on it. He covers this very subject.

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Photo Diary: Occupy Wall Street.

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Photo Diary: de Kooning: a Retrospective, at MoMA — the black and whites.


Painting, 1948, by Willem de Kooning. (Photos by C-M.)

As I’m sure you’ve well read by now, the Willem de Kooning retrospective at MoMA is all kinds of gangbusters. I’m not going to get into some dissertation about what he and his work signified, because I think there have been plenty of those — among them, the comprehensive 500-page catalogue. But I did want to highlight one of the aspects of the show I really dug: the black and white paintings from the late 1940s — mainly because I’m a sucker for black and white, but also because they seem to revel in a certain gritty New York City-ness (that seems to no longer exist). They also look like a type of proto-graffiti, what Jed Perl describes in New Art City in the following way: “De Kooning’s nitty-gritty New York was all knock-you-in-the-teeth actualities, all surprising particulars: the dramatically contrasted sizes of adjacent buildings, the abandoned lots and demolition sites, the oil stains and graffiti on the pavements, the reflections of neon signs on wet streets.”

This is also an opportunity to pimp my podcasts on New York City in the time of the Abstract Expressionists. Many more pictures after the jump.

de Kooning: A Retrospective is on view through January 9 at the Museum of Modern Art.

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Photo Diary: San Pedro, Belize.

The Jaguar’s Temple Club. (Photo by C-M.)

Photo Diary: Roof Piece, restaged.

In 1971, Trisha Brown gathered nine dancers dressed in red and scattered them across rooftops in lower Manhattan. For half an hour, the dancers — all of whom stood blocks apart — relayed a series of movements to each other, in the dance world’s version of the game of telephone. The work, called Roof Piece, was staged several times during the early 1970s, but had not been performed in its original rooftop context since 1973.

Last night, Brown’s dance company restaged the piece in the vicinity of the High Line Park on Manhattan’s west side, on the rooftops of office buildings, butchers and trendy restaurants. The weather, initially, did not cooperate. (An end-of-the-world thunder shower — complete with lightning — left all of us spectators huddling under the Standard Hotel shortly before the show was supposed to begin.) But once things cleared, everyoe took their positions. Ironically, the steely skies made a perfect backdrop to the bright red outfits worn by the performers.

There was something beautifully zen/tai chi about the whole exercise, with one dancer’s gesture inspiring another’s and then another’s, over several square blocks, in a rippling chain reaction. If you have a chance, there are still three more performances over the course of the weekend (and they’re free). Find the schedule here. For a good take on the original performance, see this write-up by photographer Babbette Mangolte.

All photos by C-M.

L.A.’s best work of public art…

…has to be the La Brea Tar Pits. (Click on the image to supersize.)

In unrelated news: I was on Studio 360 talking about graffiti in downtown L.A. related to MoCA’s Art in the Streets. Please please please tune in!

Surely the best bathroom mural of all time.

At Adolfo’s in Laguna Beach. (Photo by C-M.)

Reglamentos de Graceland.

Photo by C-M.