Meanwhile, over in the Metro section, we get the kit article on street art. The Times works their senstive liberal cred by finding a girl, in a field more male-dominated than late night talk show hosting, to blather about her ‘work.’ The slide show is better than what you get for the downtown gardens, but should you sit though it, and have some time in the afternoon, try to catch the (closing today) Andrea Fraser show at American Fine Arts (530 West 22nd) — and yes, go see the porn across the street — as an interesting antidote. Not for anything the egnimatic Swoon says in particular, but just as a apposite take on when the — any — artist speaks.
Meanwhile, Kirk Semple manages to hit all the high notes, and produces this interesting (and new, to me) nugget about the Wooster Collective: it is run by a marketing executive. He stays local, and generally misses the inevitable (and frequently nutured) arc from deliquent artist to shill for corporate advertising, while taking juvenile jabs (“Ask street artists to talk about why they do what they do, and brace for a torrent of rationalization”) that don’t actually resonate when presented with evidence. Moving outside the States, he might have to actually consider what subversive is, in the form of figures like Bansky. But here, it plays a lot like what it is: inarticulate, bored, middle-class kids looking for the last vestiges of rebellion and some useful portfolio pieces for getting that art directing job at Kirshenbaum Bond, all the while thinking they are gaming the system, instead of the other way around.
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Gird yourself for lots of heated denouncements at the unneccesary appendage of ‘street.’
Meanwhile, over in the Metro section, we get the kit article on street art. The Times works their senstive liberal cred by finding a girl, in a field more male-dominated than late night talk show hosting, to blather about her ‘work.’ The slide show is better than what you get for the downtown gardens, but should you sit though it, and have some time in the afternoon, try to catch the (closing today) Andrea Fraser show at American Fine Arts (530 West 22nd) — and yes, go see the porn across the street — as an interesting antidote. Not for anything the egnimatic Swoon says in particular, but just as a apposite take on when the — any — artist speaks.
Meanwhile, Kirk Semple manages to hit all the high notes, and produces this interesting (and new, to me) nugget about the Wooster Collective: it is run by a marketing executive. He stays local, and generally misses the inevitable (and frequently nutured) arc from deliquent artist to shill for corporate advertising, while taking juvenile jabs (“Ask street artists to talk about why they do what they do, and brace for a torrent of rationalization”) that don’t actually resonate when presented with evidence. Moving outside the States, he might have to actually consider what subversive is, in the form of figures like Bansky. But here, it plays a lot like what it is: inarticulate, bored, middle-class kids looking for the last vestiges of rebellion and some useful portfolio pieces for getting that art directing job at Kirshenbaum Bond, all the while thinking they are gaming the system, instead of the other way around.