confused meme-conflation

that’s some fancy wordsmithing, sir green.

anyway. i honestly don’t think having gavin brown’s artists on display at the new museum (first elizabeth peyton, now urs fischer) is any more detestable than a corporate-sponsored “blockbuster” museum exhibition. certainly, a “baublehaus in which wealthy collectors can stash their collections” is nothing to aspire to, but fischer is arguably the best use of the new museum space since its opening two years ago. peyton, now that one’s loathsome only because her work is comprised of rehashed fangirl paintings taken from equally sloppy photographs.* the bottom line is whether the value of exhibiting never-before-seen work by an “imaginative powerhouse” like fischer outweighs that artist’s gallery origins.**

*which i actually like in a certain context… like a living room.

**granted, the whole incestuous relationship between massimiliano gioni, collector dakin joannou, director lisa phillips, and gavin brown is twisted and hypocritical, but HEY. this is the art world. aren’t exclusivity and cronyism kind of the driving market factors, like it or not?

start making sense

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer

OF COURSE matthew weiner references leonard cohen’s hippy-dippy fuck buddy for one of the worst characters ever written into mad men.