Where High Gets Low.
My story in Time on the industry reaction to Bravo’s Work of Art. Plus: The Village Voice has a roundtable on the program, in which Christian Viveros-Fauné declares that China Chow looks like “a pug in taffeta.” There’s just nothing so seemly as the art world with its claws out, is there?
Get the full story (along with an awesome video by Jenn Hsu) over at WNYC.
My esteemed colleague Rosa Lowinger (aka the Art Nurse) was just in Haiti and penned a wonderful little piece for Gallerina about working to rescue what remains of the priceless murals at the Cathedrale de Sainte Trinité in Port-Au-Prince. (She also — bless her heart — took lots of amazing pictures, like the one above.) It’s a great reminder of why culture is important, even in the midst of devastation.
Dog with a pipe in its mouth. (Photo by P.B. Abery; courtesy of the National Library of Wales, via Ffffound.)
Skewville just debuted a brand, spankin’ new website that chronicle 13 years of Skewy mayhem – on and off the street. Check it out.
A wise-ass Latina (me) blabs all about Sotomayor and wise Latinas — on Time.com. Your clicks kindly appreciated. And while you’re there, feel free to Digg it, Buzz it, Tweet it and otherwise social-network it to the max.
Grassy ass,
C.
If there’s one thing I love about any movie or TV show that features Edward James Olmos (think Miami Vice, Blade Runner, Battlestar Galactica) is that at some point in the proceedings, the bad guys will be off doing something truly awful and Olmos will seethe — under his breath — something along the lines of “Find them” or “Get them.” And it always sounds really badass. (See video above.) I like it so much that I’m hoping to incorporate this into everyday conversation as much as possible. (Eg. Husband: “Do we need milk?” Me: “Get some.“)
In other news: no Digest today. I’ve got a ton of frackin’ work to do. But, in the meantime, you can enjoy this terrifically speculative story in the New York Times business section about Larry Gagosian, which quotes nobody of real significance, but which concludes that the gallerist could get hit really hard by the economy or he could just ride it out. (How’s that for definitive?) Sadly, it barely makes reference to Damien Hirst.
Plus: Jonathan Jones at the Guardian is P.O.’d at art. “It has become the enemy of truth, the murderer of decency.” Whoa, Jonathan! Time to get on the happy pills…
And, late update: A rad video of the Saltz-master groping the wares at Armory. What I would give to party with this guy. For reals!