- Safety gear for small animals.
- To protect and preserve: An A-Team of art conservation, which travels by van. (@TylerGreenDC)
- Rose Museum Board sues Brandeis. More here and here.
- A fine opportunity for some studio head to step in with a massive donation: LACMA’s film department is moribund. And Kenneth Turan isn’t gonna take it anymore.
- Palm Springs Museum gets a buttload of art.
- Museum Musical Chairs: Elizabeth Smith, chief curator at Chicago’s Museum of Contemporary Art, to step down.
- Killing ‘em kindly: The Brainstormers at the Brooklyn Museum.
- Cindy Sherman is very Vogue.
- More exclusive than the Top 200 Art Collectors: The Top Ten Billionaire Art Collectors. (Art Observed.)
- New blogging model? Culture Grrl holds back on the links until you pay up $1.50.
- Diego Rivera’s murals at Mexico City’s Palacio Nacional get a cleaning. (Arts Journal.)
- Rock star.
- My favorite new website: Gals, Gams and Garters.
- The fashion photography of Kurt Iswarienko.
- The Day in Art Merch: Basquiat Reeboks. Goodness. (Art Observed.)
- Slo-mo skating.
- Today’s Graff: A round-up of NYC graffiti. (Thanks, Michele!)
- Shepard Fairey is unavoidable…even in Iranian protest design. Speaking of which: he just appeared on KCRW. (And KCRW’s Jason Bentley actually uses the expression “pinched by the fuzz.”)
- The Bat Spiral: Architecture that thinks about the animal kingdom. Interesting.
- Your moment of Picasso Lawn Gnome.
From the High Museum’s Civil Rights Photography Exhibit: The Chaney family as they depart for the burial of murdered civil rights activist James Chaney; Meridian, Miss. 1964. (Photo by Bill Eppridge.)
- In Atlanta: Road to Freedom: Photographs of the Civil Rights Movement 1956-1968 at the High Museum. More on a related exhibit here.
- In Miami: Tatiana Suarez at Deluxe Arts in Wynwood, opens Saturday.
- In NYC: Remix: New Modernities in a Post-Indian World at the Gustav Heye Center, opens Saturday.
- In NYC: The Crest Hardware Art Show in Brooklyn, opens Saturday.
- In NYC: Underground/Overground at Artbreak, opens Saturday.
- In NYC: Divine Lotteria at the Gowanus Studio Space in Brooklyn, opens Friday.
- In NYC: David Kinast at Winkleman, opens Friday.
- In NYC: Alison Elizabeth Taylor at James Cohan, through June 21st.
- In Philly: Ryan Beck in Here and There: 50 Days at 222 Gallery.
- In S.F.: 365, a group show, at 111 Minna.
- In L.A.: Bomb It to play at the Laemmle’s on Sunset, starting tomorrow.
- In L.A.: An Absolute Shower: The Art of Will Barras at the Carmichael Gallery, opens Saturday.
- In Madrid: Renaissance portraits at the Prado. (Via Personism.)
- In Geneva: Raymond Pettibon at BFAS.
Robert Kennedy addresses Berkeley students in 1966. (Courtesy of Bill Eppridge.)
In the various undistinguished jobs I’ve held in dead-tree media, the one cohort I’ve always counted on for scrappy companionship are the photographers. Photojournalists, as a breed, are hard-living, hard-fighting muthas who can kick your ass, drink you under the table and take perfect photographs of the proceedings—all at the same time. They’re easy to recognize because they’re typically unshaven, poorly dressed and have a gleam of crazy in their eyes. In other words, hanging out with them practically guarantees a good time. Or a night in jail.
In recent months, I’ve had the opportunity to spend some quality time hanging out with Bill Eppridge, a former Life and Sports Illustrated photographer, who has taken some of the most memorable images of the second half of the twentieth century: a photo essay on heroin addicts in Needle Park (later turned into a movie with Al Pacino), the Beatles arriving in the U.S. for the very first time, the funeral of a civil rights activist in Mississippi, and, one of my favorites, a motorcycle race in the Mojave. He also took the haunting photograph of a busboy trying to comfort the mortally-wounded Robert F. Kennedy in the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel.
Needless to say, Bill is pretty badass. And he’s got the scars to prove it. I’m lucky to get to chill with him (and his wife, Adrienne!) and shoot the shit about fishing, photography and the gustatory qualities of a slice of Junior’s cheesecake—as well as what it was like to watch hippies get groovy at Woodstock. Anyhow, Bill has a new book coming out at the end of next month, a compendium of his pics from the Kennedy campaign. And this month, Vanity Fair has a photo excerpt (in the June issue). Pick up the mag, or better yet, check out the online slideshow. It’s got photos no campaign would allow a photographer to take today.
Posted by C-Monster.