Have you ever had a burning desire to admire the inkjet paintings of Jeff Koons doing it with his porn star ex-wife La Cicciolina? Well, consider this your lucky day. ‘Cuz I’m giving away one copy of the catalogue from the recent exhibit of Koons’ porny pictures from his exhibit at Luxembourg & Dayan.
Leave a comment and this little baby could be yours. All yours. Seriously.
NYC: The 7th Annual Conflux Festival, at various spots around the East Village, kicks off Friday. If you’re at MoMA this weekend, be sure to check out Sander Veenhof and Mark Skwarek’s augmented reality app inside the museum. It’s debuting this Saturday as part of Conflux.
Good question: will the financial crisis do away with the phenomenon of hedge fund manager collectors? And more importantly, what will they do with all that art that they bought at ridiculously high prices when times were good?
Americans for the Arts makes nine recommendations for art policy to the incoming Obama administration. Among them: allow artists to claim unemployment benefits and have access to health care. Extend that idea to freelance writers and I’ll pimp this package like a mutha. (Culture Monster.)
Some people have been getting their panties in a knot over the Brooklyn Museum’s paid Twitter feed, 1stfans. I personally don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s a fundraiser for the museum at a time when museums desperately need the dough. Plus, it’s not as if it’s a thousand dollars. It’s $20 — a.k.a. the price of five lattes. Besides, the museum has a free feed here.
Plus: A Q&A with Victor Samra, the guy behind MoMA’s Twitter feed (which I have to confess is one of my favorites — just the right combination of weird and erudite).
Not sure how I missed this video of Jeff Koons being interviewed by David Byrne when AFC linked to it back in August. My favorite part: the sound of the toilet flushing in the background at the 4:55 mark. Now that is art!
Sweet like candy: Balloon Dog Yellow by Jeff Koons. (Photos by C-M.)
There are days a girl wants art that’s big and shiny, art that can be admired while sipping a frozen margarita and getting a tan. Until some Caribbean resort decides to do a sculptural installation (probably not that far off), there is always the roof of the Met, where you can currently catch the sight of some over-sized pieces by Jeff Koons. (I admit: I dig the balloon dog.) It’s good clean fun, in an Ibiza foam party kind of way.