Jessie Gaynor, of the Paris Review, recovers and MSPaints some of modern literature’s most praised literates in their most devastated moments. Here read Gertrude Stein’s word swerving, John Cheever’s gin-soaked, sullied merriment, and Emily Dickenson’s ode to the last call.
Despite the recent eclipse and the passing of Venus across the sun, there’s been no recent cosmic event quite as spectacular as the Adult Swim issue of Juxtapoz magazine, hosting Kevin Kirkpatrick’s hyper-realistic bust of Carl Brutananadilewski from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, following a nostalgic and booming response to his Beavis and Butthead.
The Lourve, for the first time in its 900 year history, hosted an enormous transformation into a runway destination. Featuring the designs of Ferregamo, the director remarked that hosting a fashion show within the world’s most renowned art institution evangelizes ‘a statement, a continuation of a long tradition of beauty and sensibility, of passion and […]
The Ukranian duo, Internisi Kazki, have only emerged from their corner of the world for a small number of international shows that have left their audience thrilled. The two have split this past week to mural on opposite sides of the world: with Waone in Poland and Aec in Mexico.
El Mac of Los Angeles finds himself decorating walls in Cuba as a part of the Havana Biennial following the painting of a ten-story mural in Mexico City. Teeming with enormous political symbolism, Mac – a US citizen – was invited to mural along the wall in Havana that parellels Cuba’s Avenue of Presidents, an enormous gesture considering that until very recently an American passport denied entrance into Cuba entirely. Perhaps contemporary art is the new diplomacy.
There’s never been a better time to be in Los Angeles, and, following the Tupac hologram and him and Snoop’s praise to being west-side, no better time to become one of us. Cholafied makes it easy, transforming even the least ghetto fabulous among us (Mark Zuckerberg and others) into a bonafide, cat-eyed cholita.
If you’ve been keeping your finger on the pulse, you’ve noticed that for the contemporary art market, sculpture is big (and big sculpture is bigger). Australian hyper-realist Ron Mueck’s and his sculptures, most recently exhibited at the gallery Hauser and Wirth, has drawn international attention for their unnerving realism, causing us to be ever-vigilante in discerning what’s art and what isn’t.
Ladies and fellas, the online dating pool has just found a shark. This found dating profile, previously only circulated through Eastern Europe, depicts this Serbian Prince of a bachelor’s lavish lifestyle, his copious assortment of fires, his love for cake, gold leaf and a killer ‘come hither’ stare. Accompanying the photos, the bachelor proposed: ‘To all unmarried ones who would like to spend their life by my side and within all the beauties of my home. Please look below at all the magic of my home that I have decorated with taste, perhaps just for YOU. Don Milisav Juan Gonzales Brzi’.
This month has seen the opening of James Franco’s ode to James Dean and young, lost Hollywood in the heart of its city. Drawing some of the biggest names in contemporary art, the exhibition holds Terry Richardson’s original portraits of Madame Franco, the McCarthy brothers’ infamous cinema style, canvases by Ed Ruscha, and more. Not to be missed, the exhibition runs through to June 23.