Forget the article itself, I liked this comment:

This read a lot like the character study of Leo Koenig (art royalty) in the New Yorker a few years back. It highlights the alcohol, some sort of character quirk, but glosses the whole process of how a person becomes a art world mucky muck – not enough space-time I guess.

The obvious contradictions of “not seeking fame” and then easily finding famous people are not to be dismissed as mere serendipity – it takes famous people to make you well known. Yoko Ono is hardly a nobody form fluxistville anytown and surely star quality isn’t the only thing that makes an artist good? Was henry Darger a dashing raconteur?

What I was interested to read though, is that PS1 is now going to be more than just a salon de refuse for the Moma. Indeed? last I looked they were launching Target beach balls at something called Summer Warm Up to decidedly dull dance beatz and serving up Brooklyn lager to professionals.

Embarrasment? I bet the real emabarrasment will be the continued use of shows like “Greater New York” to support the usual posers and courtesans who fill the court with inconsequential gestures that fall like snow in forests of “new audiences”. Welcome to Narnia, bro.

by: WHYGODWHY