If you've been patiently waiting (or even waiting at all) here's my # 3.
Shepard Fairey's "E Pluribus Venom" (out of many, poison) at Jonathan Levine Gallery. I know this one's a bit predictable but this was his most ambitious to date at that time. Particularly, all of the large works shown at a separate exhibit (DUMBO exhibition space in Brooklyn) were incredible.
There's a reason why he's had numerous solo shows for 2007. It's also a bit hard to say much since now it feels like he's over saturated us with his works.
I'm trying to imagine the transaction: "Um, I'd like to buy this 11' X 16' foot mural..."
Or:
"Hmm, I'd like a giant mural for the side of my house."
All weekend I basically tried to make more available space on my walls to hang some more pieces. Measuring and hammering away. I really need a laser level. More pics to come. But for now, this is what hangs currently on one of my walls:
I'm glad that Jon Todd finally made his way onto Juxtapoz. Check out the Sweet Calaveras show coverage on Juxtapoz. His stuff is really amazing and you can't really get a good grasp of his work without seeing it up close. Yves Laroche happens to be the place where I first saw works by Jon Todd last year. Keep a look out for him, he will be showing at Thinkspace next year.
I think of Chris Farley's Chippendale's striptease:
I've been meaning to post this a month ago but I mentioned the problems I've been having with my computer - seems to be okay, for now.
So my cousin came to the East Coast to visit and I took him around New York. We walked around lower Manhattan and winded up in Soho. I rarely have my camera with me but he didn't bring his so I let him use mine. The second we were at the corner, I noticed this:
I can't remember where this was, but I remember we picked up the train on Houston. Look at how grime and gritty New York is. It's really filthy. I walk past Bryant Park every morning and there's this spot across from the Bryant Park Hotel that always has the smell of nasty garbage and sludge water. I try to stay on the opposite street most of the time, but a block further past 5th Avenue there is the smell of piss on that side so I'm a little conflicted. I hold my breath every time but it still doesn't work.
This summer has been a complete bore. Well, at least for me. I blame myself for it really, as I haven't had the motivation to do anything. I had planned on catching Morrissey at MSG (yes, my previous post was about Mastodon!) and then he had canceled several dates on the East Coast. Now the Cure in September? (to Moz and Robert: A throat infection and finishing an album are such reasonable reasons for canceling shows. No wonder why your ticket sales have dropped, isn't that the real reason?) Morrissey plans to play New York for 5 nights in October, what can we expect there? Oh so I also missed Shepard Fairey's show at Jonathan Levine Gallery. My excuse? Plain laziness accompanied by family visitations.
So thank you, Against Me! for the impeccable timing:
(Acoustic version of "Up the Cuts")
Does anyone else think that Tom Gabel resembles Alfred E. Neuman (they push their bangs to different sides)?
Tom Gabel
Alfred E. Neuman
So for me, my restlessness has sent me to the broke house this summer. Aside from several prints, I picked up pieces from Ian Dingman (thanks Tiny Showcase for the lead), Bask (from "The Feeling is Mutual Show" at The Public Trust) and Matthew Feyld .
Ian Dingman
Bask (Above this Fire Remixes available at Public Trust and Foundation One Gallery in the $200-400 price range)
