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Banda Aceh, Indonesia: Members of the Indonesia Womens Army on parade
Photograph: Hotli Simanjuntak/EPA
No Poo-poo For Pooh
Fine Jewelry
Jewellery art market: artists with an eye for jewellery
Thousands of pounds’ worth of jewellery by top artists including Dali, Damien Hirst and Anish Kapoor is about to go under the hammer at Sotheby’s for charity.
By Colin Gleadell Last Updated: 5:33PM GMT 19 Dec 2008
Eye eye: Dali’s eye of Time brooch, on sale for £20,000
Four of the world’s top living artists who have experimented with making jewellery have donated examples that will be sold for charity at Sotheby’s tomorrow. Artists give works to charity all the time, but this is the first occasion on which these artists have taken part in a jewellery sale.
Among the Cartier and Bulgari diamond necklaces, brooches and earrings on show today are a silver charm bracelet by Damien Hirst (£12,000 to £17,000); a 22-carat gold-and-enamel ring by Anish Kapoor, with a void where a stone would normally be placed (£15,000 to £20,000); a gilded cuff bangle shaped like intertwined fingers by Louise Bourgeois (£25,000 to £30,000); and a ruby-and-diamond pendant by Subodh Gupta, the star of the new Indian Highway exhibition at the Serpentine Gallery (£20,000 to £25,000).
For Joanna Hardy, Sotheby’s jewellery expert, the auction “marks an extremely exciting development in the recognition of unique jewellery as art”.
As such, it is building on the little-charted tradition of jewellery-making by earlier 20th-century artists who worked primarily as painters or sculptors. Picasso and Braque both made jewellery late in their careers, as did the Surrealists Salvador Dalí, Man Ray and Meret Oppenheim. During the Sixties and Seventies, the Italian goldsmith GianCarlo Montebello worked with a number of contemporary artists, such as Lucio Fontana and Niki de St Phalle.
Contemporary Art Market: A Candid Look from the Inside
“I’m looking for the best American Beef. Give me 50 burgers.”
Grazie, Mama-chan, to A. Smith ‘doo ’90 for the Melt-Banana reminder. One of the last true good times besides Funston Park before departing SF was to Melt-Banana @ The Independent. Sick Zip Everywhere.
Research Indicates Holidays Not As Dangerous Or Depressing As Once Thought
“Let’s get crazy, dear, and wrap the turducken in bacon this year.”
Bacon recipes galore!
Bacon has a place at the table morning, noon and night. And venture beyond its natural pairings to the unusual yet sublime — in an apple coffeecake or as a martini garnish. Enjoy.
We were opening Christmas gifts last year when my much better half dropped a package on my lap — a cold, heavy package. Curious (and suddenly chilly), I opened it. Bacon. Six pounds of artisan bacon, ranging from thick-cut hickory-smoked to jalapeño-spiced and apple-cinnamon, varieties hailing from Virginia to upstate New York, Texas to Tennessee.
Now if that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.
I’m a bacon fanatic. In or out of the kitchen, sometimes it’s all I can think about: the vibrant red as it cooks, the smokiness, the subtle crunch, the sizzle, the wonderful aroma that will not be denied.
And bacon works so well in so many dishes, from soups and salads to chili and stuffed pork chops. Layer it in burgers or use it as garnish, wrapped seductively around fillets or brats for a little extra flavor.
For Thanksgiving, I added bacon to a turducken — a pound of it carefully lining the turkey breast just beneath the skin. Officially, it was to keep the meat moist as the 40-pound behemoth cooked. Secretly, I knew that turkey, duck and chicken weren’t enough — that monster needed bacon, just because.
Mom’s Ovariture
Cool.
Officers: Pierced gothic kittens’ marketed on Web
WILKES-BARRE, Pa. – Humane officers say a Pennsylvania woman marketed “gothic kittens” with ear, neck and tail piercings over the Internet.
Officers with the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals removed three kittens and a cat Wednesday from a home outside Wilkes-Barre, about 20 miles southwest of Scranton.
Officer Carol Morrison says the society got a tip that the Ross Township woman was selling the pierced kittens on the Internet.
She says, “It’s unbelievable anybody would do this to kittens.”
Charges are likely against the homeowner, whose name was not released.
Morrison says the woman has a pet grooming business in the basement of her home.
Two AAA Batteries and a Whole Lotta Air
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest.. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie.
What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety….??
WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed.
I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.
But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.
Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another.
The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5′ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, ‘no possible way!’
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best…?
I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, ‘don’t do it dipshit,’ reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad.
I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . ..
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . .. . WHAT THE HELL!!!
I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again.
I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fet al position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.
Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself!
You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative?
THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!!
A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.
My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching.
My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling.
Apparently I shit myself , but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair.
I’m still looking for my nuts and I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
‘If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid.’
‘How ’bout a full-body Brazilian today there, Miss?’
And I Thought A Wrinkle in Time Was Over My Head
Whatever Bubbles Bubbles Up
Lucas With The Lid Off, video by Michel Gondry
The Carpenter
James Frey to write ‘third book of the Bible’
James Frey: from drugs to Jesus. Photograph: Antonio Olmos
James Frey is moving on from his drugs and booze-soaked memoirs to write the third book of the Bible, in which his version of Jesus will perform gay marriages.
Talking to online magazine The Rumpus.net, Frey said he had just finished an outline for the book, and was about to start writing it. “It’s the third book of the Bible, called The Final Testament of the Holy Bible,” he told interviewer and fellow author Stephen Elliott. “My idea of what the Messiah would be like if he were walking the streets of New York today. What would he believe? What would he preach? How would he live? With who?”
Frey’s latest choice of subject matter sees him following in the footsteps of Jeffrey Archer, who last year penned The Gospel According to Judas, which told the story of Jesus through the eyes of Judas. Earlier this year The Crimson Petal and the White author Michel Faber published The Fire Gospel, in which a scholar discovers a fifth gospel in a bombed Iraqi musuem which reveals that Jesus’s last words were “please, somebody, please finish me”.
Frey said his version would see Jesus living with a prostitute. “It doesn’t matter how or who you love. I don’t believe the messiah would condemn gay men and women,” he said. Judas, meanwhile, would be the “same as he was two thousand years ago”, a “selfish man who thinks of himself before the good of humanity, who values money more than love”.
Frey shot to fame in 2005 for his memoir, A Million Little Pieces, which was chosen for Oprah Winfrey’s book club in the US and immediately went to the top of bestseller charts. A gritty read dealing with Frey’s time as an alcoholic drug addict and former criminal, Winfrey declared it to be “like nothing you’ve ever read before”. But it was then revealed that the book contained some fabrications, and in an unprecedented move, Frey and his US publisher Douleday agreed to refund readers who felt they had been defrauded.
Frey, who has been touring to promote his first novel, Bright Shiny Morning, said his books would continue to be “a mix of fact and fiction”. “I think it’s an interesting place to work, especially now. What someone calls my books is irrelevant to me. I consider them works of art and rules and categories and labels mean nothing.”
Elliott admitted to Frey that he was nervous about the reception of his new book, The Adderall Diaries, which is half memoir, half true-crime: “I know it’s a lot easier to attack someone writing non-fiction,” he said.
Frey encouraged him not to worry. ” If a book is cool, and entertaining, and moving, then get your middle finger ready and raise it often. Fuck’em all,” he said.
Stephen Elliot Interviews James Frey @ The Rumpus
Rumpus Original – An Interview with James Frey
“I’m writing books. They’re still a mix of fact and fiction and will continue to be. I think it’s an interesting place to work, especially now. What someone calls my books is irrelevant to me. I consider them works of art and rules and categories and labels mean nothing.”
James Frey on the things he wishes he hadn’t said, getting older and getting wiser, writing, being lucky, and making art, by Stephen Elliott
Stephen Elliott: OK. Let’s talk about Bright Shiny Morning. What was the genesis of that?
James Frey: I always wanted to write a book about LA, a big ambitious book. Nobody had ever really done it with LA- treating the city seriously as a major economic and cultural power, as the embodiment of 21st century America.
SE: It’s a monster of a city.
Frey: Yeah, in good ways, and bad. Dreams can come true there in ways impossible anywhere else, and they can get destroyed as well.
SE: The book is sprawling, kind of like the city itself.
Frey. By design. The city has no center, no single unifying place. The city grew and was built unconventionally, as was the book.
SE: The city operates as the spine of the narrative.
Frey: It’s a huge place, literally and metaphorically. Its beauty and horror. Its 
unconventional history. Its draw and allure. Its diversity and segregation.
SE: What was the process like. You have these four characters. Did you only work on one character each day?
Frey: It was fun. The most fun to write of the three books. I started at the beginning and just went. No outline, no idea of what was coming next until I did it. I knew the three protagonists, and had an idea of the structure, but nothing else. Coming after all the bullshit related to A Million Little Pieces, nobody was expecting anything from me. No publisher, no agent, no one. Just me and the book. It was great.
SE: Sounds peaceful. You were able to get back to that place of no expectations.
Frey: Yeah, in a way. Mostly just fun. Made me really love writing again. I love the process of being alone in a room. Being a writer now is about so much more than writing. There’s publishing, touring, marketing, web presence. All this other shit. It all disappeared for me and I was happy to keep writing. I consider myself extremely lucky to be able to do this. Live this life. I did it before I was published and would do it if I still wasn’t.
SE: So tell me about the year. Has it been a year already since Bright Shiny Morning came out?
Frey: It’s been about seven months.
SE: You did a big tour.
Frey: Did a big tour, a fun tour with bands and a multimedia show and other writers I admire, you among them. Had some huge crowds, a small riot in LA, and some empty houses. The book’s reception was polarized, which I love. And it sold, which was very nice.
SE: Emotionally, that sounds like a roller coaster.
Frey: Compared to other things in my life, not really. I really was thrilled just to have another book out and be able to keep doing this.
‘Hey, baby – I can’t wait to get you in the stanza.’
Men ‘lie about books they have read to impress on dates’
Men are twice as likely as women to lie about what books they have read to try impress on a first date, new research has revealed.
By Caroline Gammell
Last Updated: 7:16PM GMT 10 Dec 2008
Men may lie to suggest they have read books they haven’t.
For both men and women, exaggerating the extent of your literary appetite is second only to false boasts about previous conquests in bed.
More than a third of Britons – 39 per cent – are not entirely honest about what they have read and are more likely to lie about what books and magazines they have devoured than they are about their age or their job.
The research, carried out by the National Year of Reading, found that men and women did not confine themselves to books when trying to create an impression.
Men were twice as likely to read Heat magazine or rifle through a collection of poetry before meeting a potential partner.
Nearly one in five adults – 18 per cent – said they would read while waiting for their date to arrive in order to make a good first impression.
More than quarter – 26 per cent – said they would try and entice someone into bed by leaving a copy of the book they had been discussing earlier in the evening by the bed.
For men, the book most likely to win over women is Nelson Mandela’s autobiography, Long Walk to Freedom, while men were impressed by women who had inspected news websites before a date.
Support Your Local Bookstore This Holiday Season
Holiday Message from Roy Blount Jr.:
Buy Books From Your Local Bookstore, Now
December 11, 2008. I’ve been talking to booksellers lately who report that times are hard. And local booksellers aren’t known for vast reserves of capital, so a serious dip in sales can be devastating. Booksellers don’t lose enough money, however, to receive congressional attention. A government bailout isn’t in the cards.
We don’t want bookstores to die. Authors need them, and so do neighborhoods. So let’s mount a book-buying splurge. Get your friends together, go to your local bookstore and have a book-buying party. Buy the rest of your Christmas presents, but that’s just for starters. Clear out the mysteries, wrap up the histories, beam up the science fiction! Round up the westerns, go crazy for self-help, say yes to the university press books! Get a load of those coffee-table books, fatten up on slim volumes of verse, and take a chance on romance!
There will be birthdays in the next twelve months; books keep well; they’re easy to wrap: buy those books now. Buy replacements for any books looking raggedy on your shelves. Stockpile children’s books as gifts for friends who look like they may eventually give birth. Hold off on the flat-screen TV and the GPS (they’ll be cheaper after Christmas) and buy many, many books. Then tell the grateful booksellers, who by this time will be hanging onto your legs begging you to stay and live with their cat in the stockroom: “Got to move on, folks. Got some books to write now. You see…we’re the Authors Guild.”
Enjoy the holidays.
Roy Blount Jr.
President Authors Guild
“Luring criminals into selling him stolen works of art…”
“We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie”
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.
The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
“That laundry is not very clean,” she said. “She doesn’t know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.” Her husband looked on, but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: “Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?”
The husband said, “I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.”
And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.
For the very first time, this subject line just does not know what to say.
Ram and the Ayatollah Not Kosher
Hollywood film The Wrestler ‘insults Iran’
Iran has again accused Hollywood of “anti-Iranian” sentiment, this time due to scenes in The Wrestler, a Golden Globe-nominated drama starring Mickey Rourke.
Actor Mickey Rourke, left, and director Darren Aronofsky at a screening of ‘The Wrestler’ Photo: AP
The country’s media has reportedly condemned the film in part because of a fight sequence in which Rourke’s character, Randy ‘the Ram’ Robinson, battles an opponent dubbed the Ayatollah.
During the fight, the Ayatollah, played by actor and former professional wrestler Ernest “the Cat” Miller, waves an Iranian flag before ramming the pole under his opponent’s neck. Rourke’s character then grabs the flag and snaps the pole over his knee before tossing it into the crowd.
Newspapers and websites in Iran say the Darren Aronofsky-directed film is just the latest manifestation of Western prejudice towards Iran in Hollywood films.
Last year, the Iranian government blasted Warner Bros over its “anti-Iranian” blockbuster 300, a graphic novel-based retelling of the Battle of Thermopylae, in which the Greeks triumph over the Persians.
It accused the Hollywood studio of participating in a campaign of “psychological warfare”, “plundering Iran’s historic past and insulting its civilization”, and depicting Persians as “ugly and violent creatures rather than human beings”.
Some Iranians also took offence at the sympathetic portrayal of Alexander the Great conquering the Persian empire in Oliver Stone’s Alexander.
Opie At The Gug
Snowflakes Are Freakin’ Crystally Cool
By growing snow crystals in the lab under controlled conditions, scientists have discovered that their shapes are determined largely by temperature and humidity. This picture summarises the crystal shapes formed under different conditions.
See more snowflakes photographed by Kenneth Libbrecht.
[ click to view full snowflake slideshow at New Scientist ]
“Fine art is still the best racket around.”
An Artist’s Identify Theft
Painter Denied Indian Ties, Yet Work Revealed Connection
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, December 9, 2008; Page C01
It would be easier to believe that Fritz Scholder was conflicted about his identity — was he a Native American artist, or an artist who happened to be one-quarter Native American? — if he hadn’t been quoted as saying, “Fine art is still the best racket around.”
That line appears in a short film accompanying a show of Scholder’s work at the Smithsonian Institution’s National Museum of the American Indian. It’s to the museum’s credit that the curators are so upfront about the controversy that dogged Scholder’s career, his lifelong insistence that he wasn’t really an Indian, even as he grew rich and famous painting garish and confrontational images of Indians. It’s hard not to walk through this exhibition and smell more than a whiff of fraud going on.
It was a complicated fraud, though, maybe so complicated that the fraud itself approaches the level of art.
Scholder, who died three years ago, was born in 1937, in Minnesota, to a father who was half-Indian and worked for the Bureau of Indian Affairs.
You Nasty Velvet Man!
No Saints in Sight as These Santas Get Their Jollies
He raised his glass to another Santa, who was sucking back some Colt 45.
Santa got drunk yesterday. He cursed. He smoked. He took off his clothes in public. It was Santacon, an annual gathering of nasty Santas, in which some 500 naughty Clauses marched through the city, shouting, drinking, raising gentle mayhem. Santacon began 10 years ago in This year, Santacon was – or will be – celebrated from |
anta broke out the sour mash at 10 a.m. Christmas was coming. Why not have a drink?
“Pace yourself,” the second Santa said. “I started with beer this year, not Jim Beam like last year.”From The Mind Of A Musical Genius
“You’ve got to get mad. I mean plumb mad dog mean.”
The 100 Most Valuable Works of Art
from Kempt via Art Market Monitor
IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING
For those of us without fabulous wealth, it’s hard to appreciate the psychic brutality at work in the art collection game. High profile collectors aren’t usually aesthetes or intellectuals; they’re corporate raiders and law partners. They play for keeps, which is why the auction system ends up being so lucrative. The goal is to put together a collection that will command respect, and whoever ends up with the best stuff wins.
Luckily, the aesthetes at Assouline are stepping in to lend a hand. They’ve just put out The Impossible Collection, a guide to the 100 most valuable works of art in the world. It says what they are, why they matter, and where you can find each and every one. The book itself will set you back 500 dollars, but the value of the art is incalculable. Still, it’s nice to have a goal.
The Impossible Collection, chronologically:
1. Picasso, Pablo Yo Picasso 1901 Private Collection.
2. Claude Monet, Le parlement, reflets sur la Tamise, 1905. Musée Marmottan, Paris.
3. Derain, André, Charing Cross Bridge, 1906, National Gallery of Art, Washington.
4. Picasso, Pablo Les Demoiselles d’Avignon 1907 MoMA, NY.
5. Klimt, Gustav The Kiss 1906-07 The Belvedere Museum, Vienna.
6. Matisse, Henri Back/Dos I 1913-30. Pompidou, Paris.
7. Braque, Georges Le Pont De La Roche-Guyon 1909. Private Collection.
8. Matisse, Henri Dance 1909-1910. The Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg.
9. Delaunay, Robert, Disque, 1912-13. Private Collection.
10. Kandinsky, Wassily Komposition VI 1913 The Hermitage, Leningrad.
11. Leger, Fernand Contraste de Formes 1913. Private Collection.
12. Matisse, Back/Dos II. 1913. Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris.
13. Picasso, Pablo Guitar 1914. MoMA, NY.
14. De Chirico, Giorgio Mystery and Melancholy of a Street 1914.
15. Malevich, Kasimir Black Cross 1915. Pompidou, Paris.
16. Chagall, Marc Birthday 1915. MoMA, NY.
17. Matisse, Back/Dos III. 1916-1917. Centre Georges Pompidou.
18. Schiele, Egon Self-portrait with Checkered Shirt 1912. Private Collection.
19. Duchamp, Marcel Fountain 1917. Tate, London.
20. Picabia, Francis Parade Amoureuse 1917. Private Collection.
21. Ernst, Max Paysage en Ferraille 1921. Private Collection
22. Mondrian, Piet Tableau II 1921. Private Collection
23. Soutine, Chaim Side of Beef and Calf’s Head 1923. Orangerie Museum.
24. Miro, Joan Carnival of Harlequin 1924-25. Albright Knox Museum, Buffalo NY.
25. Brancusi, Constantin Bird in Space 1925. National Gallery, Washington D.C.
26. Giacometti, Alberto Spoon Woman 1926. MoMA, NY.
27. Magritte, Rene The Treachery of Images 1929. LACMA, Los Angeles.
28. Matisse, Back/Dos IV, 1930. Centre Georges Pompidou.
29. Dali, Salvador The Persistence of Memory 1931. MoMA, NY.
30. Klee, Paul Ad Parnassum 1932. Kunstmuseum, Switzerland, Bern.
31. Gonzalez, Julio Petite Danseuse I 1934-35. Pompidou, Paris.
32. Calder, Alexander Standing Mobile 1935. Private Collection
33. Picasso, Pablo Weeping Woman 1937. Tate, London.
34. Bonnard, Pierre NU 1932. Private Collection.
35. Kahlo, Frida The Two Fridas 1939. Museo de Arte Moderno, Mexico City.
36. Leger, Fernand La Belle Equipe 1944-45. Private Collection
37. Dubuffet, Jean Fautrier Araignée Au Front 1947. Private Collection
38. Pollock, Jackson One: Number 31, 1950 1950. MoMA, NY.
39. De Kooning, Willem Woman, I 1950-52. MoMA, NY.
40. Rothko, Mark No 2, 1951. Private Collection
41. Matisse, Henri Memory of Oceania 1952-53. MoMA, NY.
42. Bacon, Francis Pope Innocent X 1953. Des Moines Art Center.
43. Burri, Alberto Sacco 1953. Private Collection.
44. Johns, Jasper Target with Plaster Casts 1955. Private Collection.
45. Kline, Franz Monitor 1956. MOCA, Los Angeles.
46. Twombly, Cy The Blue Room 1957. Private Collection.
47. Manzoni, Piero Achrome 1958-59. Private Collection
48. Rauschenberg, Robert Canyon 1959. Sonnabend collection.
49. Stella, Frank The Marriage of Reason and Squalor, II, MOMA, NY. 1959.
50. Newman, Barnett White Fire II 1960. Kunstmuseum, Switzerland, Basel.
51. Giacometti, Alberto Walking Man, 1960. Beyeler Foundation, Switzerland.
52. Klein, Yves Anthropologie (ANT 78) 1960. Private Collection
53. Martin, Agnes The Dark River 1961. Private Collection
54. Oldenburg, Claes Pastry Case, I 1961-62. MoMA, NY.
55. Warhol, Andy, Campbell’s Soup Cans, 1962. MOMA, NY.
56. Lichtenstein, Roy Eddie Diptych 1962. Private Collection
57. Raysse, Martial Seventeen (titre journalistique) 1962. Private collection.
58. Flavin, Dan 25th (to Constantin Bracusi) 1963. Dia Art Foundation, NY
59. Warhol, Andy Eight Elvis 1963. Private Collection
60. Fontana, Lucio Concetto Spaziale La Fine di Dio 1963. Private Collection.
61. Smith, David Cubi VII 1963. The Art Institute of Chicago.
62. Andy Warhol, Red Explosion (Atomic Bomb), 1963
63. Rauschenberg, Robert Retroactive I 1964. Wadsworth Atheneum.
64. Kawara, On Title, 1965
65. Ryman, Robert Windsor 6 1965. Private Collection
66. Ruscha, Ed Los Angeles County Museum on Fire, 1965-68. Hirschhorn Museum, Washington D.C.
67. Richter, Gerhard Woman Descending Staircase 1965. The Art Institute of Chicago.
68. Joseph Beuys, Infiltration homogen für Konzertflügel (Homogeneous Infiltration for Piano), 1966, Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris.
69. Polke, Sigmar Bunnies 1966. Hirshhorn Museum, Washington D.C.
70. Judd, Donald Untitled 1966, Private collection
71. Hesse, Eva Untitled or Not Yet (nine nets) 1966. San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.
72. Nauman, Bruce My Name As Though it Were Written On the Surface of the Moon 1960. Private Collection
73. Baldessari, John What is Painting? 1966-68. MoMA, NY.
74. Nauman, Bruce Henry Moore Bound to Fail 1967-70. Private Collection
75. Mario Merz “Objet cache toi”, 1968. Kunstmuseum Wolfsburg (Dr Broeker).
76. Serra, Richard Prop 1968. Whitney Museum, NY.
77. Andre, Carl 37th Piece of Work 1969-81. Private Collection
78. Richter, Gerhard 1024 Farben 1973. Private Collection.
79. Gilbert and George Dusty Corners No.13 1975. Private Collection
80. Sherman, Cindy Untitled Film Still #7 1978. Editioned work
81. Basquiat, Jean-Michel Notary 1983. Private Collection
82. Koons, Jeff Rabbit 1986. Editioned work
83. Kelley, Mike More Love Hours Than Can Ever Be Repaid and the Wages of Sin 1987. The Whitney Museum, NY.
84. Kippenberger, Martin Self-Portrait 1988. Saatchi Collection
85. Wool, Christopher Apocalypse Now (p.50) 1988. Private Collection
86. Noland, Cady Oozewald 1989. Private Collection
87. Prince, Richard Untitled (Cowboy) 1989. Metropolitan Museum, NY.
88. Gonzalez-Torres, Felix Untitled (USA Today) 1990. MoMA, NY.
89. Gober, Robert Untitled 1991. Private Collection
90. Hirst, Damien The Physical Impossibility of Death In the Mind of Someone Living 1991. Private collection
91. Tuymans, Luc Der Diagnostische Blick IV 1992. Private Collection
92. Koons, Jeff Puppy 1992. Germany.
93. Ray, Charles Family Romance, 1993. MoMA, NY.
94. Gursky, Andreas Paris Montparnasse 1993.
95. Cattelan, Maurizio Bidibidobidiboo 1996. Private Collection
96. Viola, Bill The Crossing (still from video projection) 1996. Editioned work.
97. Murakami, Takashi My Lonesome Cowboy 1998/ Hiropon 1997. Editioned works
98. Hammons, David Untitled 2000. Private Collection
99.Fischer, Urs Jet-set Lady 2000. Private Collection
100. Stingel, Rudolph Untitled 2000. Private Collection
JF Gawker Thread
Reading James Frey’s Gawker Comments So You Don’t Have To
As GalleyCat reported this morning, memoirist-turned-novelist James Frey interned for Gawker editor Sheila McClear today. GalleyCat sifted through Frey’s long comment thread, answering a variety of mostly nonsensical reader questions.
Frey explained why he did the internship: “It’s to pad my resume in case publishing completely and totally collapses.” Then he offered advice for Gawker publisher Nick Denton: “If I was Denton, I’d cash out and retire and forget about all of it.” And finally, he advised the perfect gift for a 4-year-old boy: “A truck, a hot wheel collection, anything to do with superheroes.”
Frey’s favorite book this year was Robert Bolano‘s novel, 2666. He concluded with a list of writers he admired, including: “Bret Easton Ellis, William Vollmann, Neal Stephenson, Jhumpa Lahiri, and Charlie Houston.”
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