Designer Tracy Reese (tracy_reese) dug out this decade-old Vogue shot of Studio Museum director Thelma Golden wearing one of her gold dresses, posing for Lorna Simpson and shot by Annie Lebowitz.
“Nearly forty years after their first appearance, the practices now associated with ‘institutional critique’ have for many come to seem, well, institutionalized.”
Do you feel glazed-over at art fairs? After 15 minutes, do your eyeballs feel like soft-boiled eggs? Today, we might call that “fairtigue” (as much as we don’t want to, because portmanteaus are terrible). But as far back as the mid-nineteenth century, cultural critics have been identifying this phenomenon caused by sensorial onslaught. In fact, we can pretty much say with certainty that our favorite radical art critic, John Ruskin, would have hated Armory Week — and thereby use his prose to validate our own strong, but inchoate feelings.
“It’s like Chinese Mario,” the young man said, his Red Army avatar hurdling over pixilated, orange flames that expanded across two parallel gallery walls. On Monday night, a small crowd at the Museum of Modern Art gathered around as — mostly men — took turns playing Feng Megbo’s “Long March: Restart,” 2008, which pits the Chinese Communist Party against the Nationalists. The hundred or so tony guests and a handful of artists gathered at the museum to inaugurate the rehanging of the contemporary wing, which has geared itself toward a broader, more global story of art today. (Cue New York Times critic Holland Cotter to rejoice.)
Amidst the glitzy hoopla of Fashion Week, perhaps you noticed Anna Wintour cashing in on old blood debts and commanding her shadow network of New York debutantes, celebrities, and socialites? No? Well, Page Six nonetheless tried to sell us on the idea that the Vogue editor was locked in a fight to the death with the Whitney Museum — which opens its Renzo Piano–designed downtown building in May — over the guest list for the Metropolitan Museum’s annual Costume Institute Gala. “Could the Whitney opening outshine Wintour’s Met Gala?” they asked eyebrow-raisingly, in a story without a single named source.
Okay, Klaus Biesenbach (klausbiesenbach) stepped up his Instagram game hard this week. It was achingly, impossibly difficult to choose between this tease of Bjork’s newly restored swan dress and this one in which he lofts “82 white roses – hand delivered” toward the camera as if offering you love itself — but in the end, we had to go with the above image, a birthday missive to Jerry Saltz, which is apparently also an “impersonation as werner herzog and klaus kinski from ‘mein liebster feind,’” which, just, yes.