Cape Cod, where I spend as much time as I can, can not only boast fantastic beaches, world famous oysters, and the wild east that is Provincetown, but a number of Bauhaus-inspired dune-dwellings—some by celebrated architects, many of them abandoned and falling apart.
MOVIE JOURNAL: J. Hoberman on movies and movie-related things
Archive for the ‘Art World’ Category
T.J. Wilcox’s “In the Air” is the year’s second major museum installation that harks back to the 19th century moving panoramas and kindred spectacles that amazed audiences with gigantic painted vistas of mountains, cities, and seascapes.
“Tokyo 1955-1970”, the current sixth-floor exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art is subtitled “A New Avant-Garde”, and, as rich and strange and garish as the show is, I’m inclined to call it “an Other Avant-Garde.” Trauma is indistinguishable from liberation. Science fiction rules. (It reminds me of Robert Smithson’s fondness for the Museum of Natural History where, he wrote, “the time states of ‘1984’ are mixed with those of ‘One Million BC.’) The show’s two poles are the mutant and the primordial; its operating principle, for reception even more than production, would seem to be creative misunderstanding. (more…)
A personality so legendary that her legend is legend, Barbara Rubin (1945-1980) was a one-woman counterculture who made scenes the way others made movies–although she did make those as well. If Jack Smith was the New York City underground’s Alfred Jarry, Rubin was its Arthur Rimbaud; she’s an enigma who may be pondered in the dense, fascinating, evocative archival exhibit currently at Boo-Hooray on Canal Street, west of Lafayette.