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Eau de Hype: Francesco Vezzoli’s “Greed” at Gagosian in Rome.

Gagosian Rules: Patrons at the opening were only allowed to snap one picture of Vezzoli’s new fragrance. We took four, of course.  At least that’s when we stopped counting.  (All photos by San Suzie.)

What does Greed smell like? Last Friday night, half of Rome, eager to find out, trundled down to Gagosian to sample the new scent by Milan-based artist Francesco Vezzoli. You may be wondering what the hell perfume hawking is doing in a gallery. So are we. But because we’re suckers for public relations, we nonetheless trudged through the rain and rhinoed our way past a mob the likes of which we haven’t seen since we tried getting into the Vatican Museums on a Friday in July. (Seriously.) The big news: Turns out the perfume was a fake! Nothing inside but aqua colorata.

Even so, we had a great time seeing the local Roman celebs, not to mention Roman Polanski, who directed the fake infomercial video that we got to see before we made it over to the tinted holy water. Our verdict? The idea is a rehash of pieces by Marcel Duchamp and, more recently, by Bulgarian-born, New York-based artist Daniel Bozhkov — with the addition of annoying needlepoint appropriations of female artists’ faces. We did, however, really enjoy the stylish, bordello-red drapes. They gave us the sensation of being someplace really special. Like the Vatican.

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Photos: Baselitz’s Skulls + Boners at Gagosian in Rome.

George Baselitz
Baring It All: We’ve seen guys like this on the subway a million times. (All photos by San Suzie.)

George Baselitz kicked off the Rome gallery season at Gagosian with a bunch of new paintings that looked a lot like his old paintings and half the pieces we saw at last year’s Art Basel (which was big on skulls). In addition to the giant skulls, Baselitz’s paintings and drawings all featured expressionistically rendered male figures playing with members that can only be described as wishful thinking. (One of the painted schlongs was a whopping 22 inches. We measured.) The show, which kicked off Gagosian’s second season in Rome, was gagosianissimo in almost every sense of the word: cavernous exhibit spaces, suited security guards hovering by the paintings, crowds of fashionistas clamoring to get in. No wine, alas. But you can get that for cheap at any of a dozen nearby trattorias. Which is exactly where we headed directly after posing in front of all the boners.

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