Dash Snow is Dead

07/14/2009 1:02 PM |

23d5/1247590266-dash_snow_mcginley_colen.png Gawker is reporting that Dash Snow, performatively self-destructive downtown “hipster” artist (really, I’m getting pretty fucking tired of that tag, but still, it communicates something), died today, of a heroin overdose. He came on the radar of many through Ariel Levy’s 2007 NY Mag profile, a classic tale of the agonized scion trying to distance himself from his family through transgression, stylized hedonism and, yup, self-destruction. I think it’s a drag that he is dead. Transgression may now be a cliché, but fuck if we still don’t need someone to embody it. I mean christ, even in this cuddle shot of Snow with pals Ryan McGinley and Dan Colen, Snow [at right] looks by comparison not long for this world. (Stay tuned this afternoon for Paddy Johnson’s much smarter take on the life of Dash Snow.)

UPDATE: The Times ArtsBeat seems to have just confirmed it.

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  • Sad stuff. I think it’s exciting when a biography contextualizes work in the way that Dash Snow’s did– even if I found that friggin’ NY Mag article unbearable.

  • I wonder if Dash’s death will in retrospect serve as the marker of the end of a moneyed era in which attitude trumped ability.

  • I feel like we’ve been waiting for “the end of the moneyed era in which attitude trumped ability” since the Enlightenment. i think we’re stuck with rock star artists and artsy rock stars (which i don’t think is such a bad thing, really), unless we revert to anonymous religious art.

  • “The end of the moneyed era in which attitude trumped ability” really only started during the second half of the 20th century. Those with money during the enlightenment may have been patrons of the arts but were above picking up a paintbrush or chisel in most cases. There is nothing wrong with rock star artists if there is some substance behind the work. The trouble is when having been born into a social class, is the determining factor in ones success. No one would be talking about Dash if he weren’t from the family he was. I hope that this is the end to a sad and much to long chapter of an elite social class of little substance and bad decisions dominating the attention of the art world. You have to feel for the family and his daughter, yet you have to think of all of those that let his behavior continue, and even encouraged his destructive behavior. A Whitney Biennial, tons of great press, multiple gallery shows here and abroad, he was getting attention for who he was not the work, and I hope that this is the marker of the end of that era.

  • He’s now a candidate for a Darwin Award.

  • Seriously? Never heard of him. If that was a sweet candid pic of him and his bf staying in on a Friday night with some brews, maybe I’d feel a bit sadder, but, those pics ARE the art?
    I guess I know nothing.

    BTW Paddy used to actually have an artical in print in L. It wasn’t much, only a quarter page if we were lucky. I didn’t even agree with her opinion most of the time but I read it religiously just the same because at least she is out there doing it and there is slim to none on the underground art front these days. So this is the first time I’ve ever logged in to L online, because I keep waiting for her to come back to the mag and I doesn’t look like it’ll ever happen. Then this guy is front page?

    Like I said… I guess I know nothing.

    I do know this though. Drugs are baaad, mmmmmmm-kay?

    Fight the good fight Paddy.