Kenny Scharf Cruller 2007 Oil on Linen

New York City Food Film Fest starts this weekend. Yum!

(I know, the graphic is a stretch, but who doesn’t like a donut? Especially one that looks like it’s a ferris wheel in the sky? More on all things donut in the following post.)

The Green Hornet Sans Kato

It appears that comics and fashion are institutionalizing a trend of sorts in their reacquainted art-meets-avant-garde dominion.

In the art world, touring exhibitions (in North America) are celebrating pop and deco; Takashi Murakami and Gerald Murphy. In fashion, the Gap’s comeback is complete with the “Blam! and “Kapow!” of the original Batman television series. And cosmetic giant, Mac, has changed tactics. Instead of insisting with their usual campaign that the new woman is a man, Mac has reconsidered that the new woman is a cartoon of herself – specifically, a clown-doll trannie – as depicted by French-illustrator superstar, Fafi, (and the real-life equivalent, dynamic fashion duo, Traver Rains and Richie Rich of Heatherette.)

Threadless might be the proponent of the fashionomix (Fashion + comix + economics! Oh yeah! I’m copyrighting that!) explosion, of Batmobiles on our backs, but the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, is taking the trend (Bloff!) to a whole new level. Read more

Vincent Kartheiser Photo Jacqueline Di Milia

Once again, Paper has launched their annual “Beautiful People” issue, and the selection of the “chosen few” is just as varied from years before. Household names like Danny Masterson and Sia have made the list, but so too has Riley Keogh and a personal favourite of mine, Vincent (Mad Men!) Kartheiser.

Paper’s peeps usually include club kids, actors, musicians, DJs, artists, curators, producers, night-life promoters, and socialites finding cause; emboldened in the mag to be not only current, but relevant too.

Every year (2006, 2007), the people who fit the beautiful bill is a surprise to me, but also a great place of discovery too.

The issue is just another instance where the chosen reflects the chooser and the impact that has on Paper’s New-York-centric-but-globe-trotter-admiring point of view.

Murakami Warhol No Way

 

 

 

Ever since the Murakami show opened at the Brooklyn Museum of Art, the press has repeatedly extracted an aspect of the artist I just don’t understand. Namely, that Murakami is “the Japanese Warhol.” 1

What?

Whether blogs are referring to The New York Times comparison, or The Times quoting director and curator heavyweights at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, and more (and the cyclone of oddity taking shape) makes me wonder how the comparison became an accepted truth, and even, undisputed fact.

In an article for New York, Jerry Saltz, used the Warhol-Murakami comparison to make a larger statement about art and commercialism in general. Read more