Same goes for the Sylvia Sleigh show at I-20. I love these two guys.
Paper Tiger
Lately every party has ended up with a youtube challenge. This one always wins. It’s amazing.
Chelsea and I went over to Spoonbill so we could check out her first review in Artforum. The other day I looked for it at PS1 and I flipped to the back where all the out of town reviews are. I couldn’t find it and I thought “oh no, they didn’t run it after all. It got cut!” But lo and behold it was there, just not in the back. It was right In the featured reviews. Her name is printed under Max Kozloff’s!
It’s my Dad’s birthday today. I am lucky to be able to say that I have the best father in the entire world. He is also the best editor and cook and nurse and person-to-talk-to-when-you-need-someone-to-talk-to. Here he is in the white tie, a little bit younger than I am now. 65 years of total awesomeness. Love you Dad.
Incidence
1) Recognize my friend’s roommate at the Y. She’s in the gymnasium in some kind of dance aerobics class. She doesn’t see me, but I watch her sway her arms back and forth for a while, seeming completely self-satisfied with every movement.
2) Read a teenager’s homework on the train. The worksheet asks “how is this neighborhood like or unlike your neighborhood?” She writes: “There are no gunshots here and people don’t yell as much. There is a lot of trash though,” she pauses for a long time. Looks away in thought and writes “and rats.”
3) Notice a girl in a tight purple dress pulling her dress down in the wind, making a face. “What?! You are beautiful! I can’t saying anything about that?” A UPS man throws his hands up in the air.
4) An older woman on the elevator says I have beautiful hair. “I’ve spent most of my life wishing it was stick straight,” I say. “One day you’ll look at pictures and think ‘God I was so beautiful why didn’t I ever enjoy that?’ “
5) Discover in Lozano’s notebooks that she was not a fan of Jo Baer, in fact she wrote: “At apex on July 18, 68 to Jo Baer: My first sin was not recognizing you, my second to interrupt your conversation with Joan Jonas to say I was sorry I had not recognized you. When you see me I feel your asshole contract. When I see you I become ruder than I am.” That’s right, asshole contract.
assembling identity as a way to find knowledge
This morning started with a series of failures. Actually, it didn’t. I woke up early after a perfect night of sleep. I was out the door so fast and ready to work! And then I ended up at the 58th street library (how did I confuse this with the 42nd New York Public Library?). The 58th street library reminded me of a branch in a very small suburban town only with more twitchy people. I left. I headed to 42nd st, critiquing window displays on 5th as I walked. I arrived at the library flanked by the famous lions to find that it’s closed for the day. “Why not check-in at Zara?” I thought. It was dark and boring in there. I headed home. “Maybe a stop at PS1?” I thought. It doesn’t open until noon. I wandered Long Island City until noon. The 1969 show was expertly installed but boring over all. I liked the In-Between Spaces show because it had a mood. I read Eileen Myles’ new book of art essays all day and teared up when she mentioned “courage.”
I called Chelsea, “Can you please yelp a coffee shop for me in this neighborhood? I can’t possibly go home.” “Sure,” she replied, “There’s a place called ‘Cafe Grumpy,’ sounds about perfect for you right now.” “Ha, ha.” I said.
My digital camera is broken and all it will allow is one shot. Ths is it!
Should i go to this tomorrow night? Halloween with Harmony Korine sounds slightly interesting (to observe the scene at least) but it also sounds kind of nauseating. Though, this is a line I usually have no problem walking. Also it’s touting itself as the “ultimate art Halloween party” which is kind of cute, you know? There will be no dressing up, though, no way.
