President’s Day gets even better with a look at what the week has in store: a screening of emerging film, a panel related to the New Museum’s new exhibition, and openings all over. This week also led us to googling “The Golden Age of Porn.” Details below.
New York-based art and design collective K-HOLE (Greg Fong, Sean Monahan, Emily Segal, Chris Sherron, and Dena Yago) is the Deep Throat of the corporate marketing worlds. Since 2011, they’ve been publishing K-HOLE, their self-titled mag as a free PDF and on fancy schmancy USBs. In its pages, the group exposes what marketing departments don’t want customers to know, things like “The job of the advanced consumer is managing anxiety, period.” All that could come across as overly preachy, (i.e. corporate marketing is bad), but K-HOLE’s glossy, playful design gets rid of that vibe.
A Beat Nite, a dunking booth and an indirectly sated sweet tooth in this set of art picks from our 2/13 issue.
Ai Weiwei made a boring Valentine's Day promo for Elton John's AIDS Foundation, but bloodsucking trend-lovers that we are, we're gonna post it. The video will be shown tonight alongside Tracy Emin’s sarcastic love neons in Times Square. My heart goes out to you if you’re stuck there tonight.
The Internet is vast but it’s getting harder and harder to find new stuff when everyone’s sharing the same videos, following the same Tumblrs, and going to the same blogs. We’re using the Internet like there’s only a few options out there; everyone's ordering cheese pizza, but there’s plenty of other toppings. It’s kind of boring.
In lieu of growing complacent with what’s on the Internet, I’ve started looking for videos on YouTube with less than 100 hits. That’s a hard thing to do. Most of the videos I’ve found are dry, amateur, and most importantly, they’re not popular. But I like them for the simple fact that they’re unlike most other things circulating the Internet. Here’s several of my current, mostly art-related finds:
This week, dive into Bushwick. Let the openings wash over you as you plunge into the bi-annual gallery crawl/neighborhood party that is Beat Nite.
Also, there will be an indie video game festival at the Museum of Moving Image and an exhibition about the year 1993 at the New Museum. This week’s for you, Brooklyn.
Brooklyn’s New York Transit Museum is throwing a Missed Connections-themed Valentine’s Day party. It looks to be festive, with cocktails, poetry, and art, all set in the turn-of-the-century elegance of Grand Central Terminal. The Transit Museum’s the perfect place to host a party for Missed Connections, as most of these moments past take place on the subway. Aw, all that sounds nice, but we think it's a little too nice. Sure, there might be a few couples there to regale partygoers with tales of romance on the tubes, but for the most part, we assume the event will be full of lonely types; and we hope the party won’t ignore that, the true spirit of Missed Connections.
“What do you do in Kansas City on a Friday night? You dress up goth with your friends and hit the local cowboy bar to fuck with people,” Jaimie Warren said yesterday in a closing lecture for her solo show at the Hole. But you can only fuck with the hometown so many times, and thus, they began the travelling variety show WHOOP-DEE-DOO.
Over the centuries, dildos have made many people happy. Dildo art hasn’t made such an impact, but it’s not for lack of trying. Today, the most common dildo art remains in the world of Etsy, like this “tentacled horror”, or in Williamsburg, where you can purchase these “glamorous towers of strength” featuring powerful women throughout history like Indira Ghandi, Marie Antoinette, and worst of all, Margaret Thatcher. These are not attractive things to plug up a hole, leading me to believe we’re in a downtime for dildos in art. Still, like all good things in the world—food, philosophy, animals, color, sex, and the like—there’s always been a place for them in art.
This week, we bravely venture out of the apartment to hear from people who’ve each blazed a trail or two themselves. We’ll see a talk and screening by Charles Atlas, portraits from Bushwick, and Jaimie Warren’s food photos one more time before they go down.
Soundlovers rejoice! The nation’s best audio art festival and conference, Megapolis, will land in New York this April, and they’re looking for submissions by February 10th. Festivals of years past have included sessions that run the gamut from how to make your own Atari punk console to presentations involving an abandoned mental health ward (by Nick Van der Kolk of Love and Radio). This year, festival organizers have already lined up several sessions, performances, and workshops by Nina Katchadourian, Andrea Seabrook, Fluxtronix, Anna Friz, Eric Leonardson, Emch, and Live Footage.
Ersatz pastries of sorts and your plans for Super Bowl Sunday (yes, watching the Big Game at a gallery is an option) in this round of art picks from our 1/30 issue.
Meet Spacewar!, the world’s first video game. Similar to Atari’s Asteroids, this two-player space shooting game was played on a 16-inch, circular retro-teal monitor, powered by a refrigerator-sized PDP-1 and a typewriter. Woooah.
When gophers overrun a patch of green, park rangers root them out. Art critics aren’t like park rangers; when we see too much of the same type of art, we call it a trend. Then if there’s meaning behind that trend, we call it a movement.
Here are 11 examples of “live plants in galleries” and a couple of close calls thrown in for good measure. As I mentioned in The L Mag last week, everyone’s making indoor plant art, so it’s a trend. But a movement? It’s hard to tell at this point if we’ve grown uneasy with the stolid white cube, or if we just wish art was more like a Chia pet.
Shout out to the diehards, who apparently love their art events even more than they hate the cold. This week, Bushwick's screening videos, DIS Magazine's holding a stock photo shoot, and seminal people discuss seminal art.
Whether or not you were an early subscriber to homoerotic nudie mags, you've been exposed to the influence of photographer Bob Mizer. A pioneer in the beefcake genre, Mizer began his career in the mid-40s, when imagery of the male nude was banned, and the female nude permissible only in an "art" context. So in 1945, Mizer started the Athletic Model Guild, producing films and photography of scantily-clad men in an "athletic" context.
I saw a Cheetos-bucket-plant-mirror sculpture at Regina Rex. That strange object made my day. It’s small, strange joys like this that make having a job in the arts worthwhile. But strangeness alone won’t keep me coming back to art: there has to be more than a Cheetos thrill. That’s why Corey Escoto’s Volume for Volume succeeds; the Cheetos sculpture was just one part of the artist’s mostly photography exhibition. It wasn’t the strongest work, but like any good marketing tool it got me hooked.
As many shows and artist projects reach their apex, many seem to have saved the best for last. This week, we'll witness Flux Factory's last Death Match, the Artist’s Institute’s final Haim Steinbach event, and the complete trilogy of Olaf Breuning’s “Home.”
My sentiments exactly, now that I finally watched it. The film may have done justice…
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Well done, Sam!!!