The Bridge

dsc03129If we keep electing  politicians who abuse their power  at every turn of the roads (so to speak) we will help the fall of this great but in progress nation called United States of America.

Today, we are going to get rid of a malevolent candidate called Donald Trump and while we are at it, we should also take the man responsible for the closing of the Washington Bridge in the summer of 2013, the blunt and unsavory Governor of New jersey Chris Christie, TO COURT.

When powerful people ( or ordinary men) get into trouble their first reaction is to deny what they are accused of..And they will keep on lying until they are shown the irrefutable proofs of their bad deeds. Remember Nixon ? Remember Clinton? Remember O.J Simpson? and now Chris Christie…and he has the nerve to send his collaborators to the gulag while he’s trying to get on T.V an absolution from the immaculate Charlie Rose. Hillary is going to become the first female president of this country and it’s a good thing. Just for her resilience and her capacity to smile through it all, she deserves the job. Let’s give it to her! Remember, nobody is perfect.

 

 

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Bad Santa

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Trump is a big balloon full of air. He will not be elected. Because if he is, we shall pay for it in spades. He has been  promising the impossible and the nasty since the beginning of his campaign, erecting the wall of China, eradicating Latinos and the like, along with the Muslims from the U.S, the fat, the ugly, women, the handicapped, really anyone who   doesn’t correspond to his impeccable taste…

Megalomaniac, narcissist, nouveau riche, vulgarian, fable teller, illusionist, contrarian, agent provocateur, paranoid, opportunist, rude, ignorant of any kind of political process, womanizer, arrogant, swinging from one idea to another, especially if they contradict themselves, proud of working the capital system to the detriment of many, master of false equivalences, I cannot understand the people who don’t perceive him as he really is…Bad Santa.

Trump is so oblivious to the image he projects every time he opens his mouth, isn’t he aware of the toads and the serpents  coming out of his lips just like in a Jerome Boesch painting? His incoherence of thoughts reminds me of the last speech performed by Kadafi in front of the United Nations in New York, just before his death, draped in a brown insane outfit. Apparently he had syphilis which  had fried his brain. Maybe the dye Trump uses to color his hair is poisoning his thoughts?

But seriously, if he’s not elected will he ever disappear from our lives for good? let’s pray.

 

 

 

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The Best Show in Town: Henri Matisse’s cutouts at MOMA (October 2014)

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An enchantment.

Need I say more?

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About Jeff Koons

IMG_0460If you have not seen Jeff Koon’s show at the Whitney yet, hurry up! It ends the 19th of October 2014. If you let go of everything you know about art (the ancient, the classic, the modern including the contemporary) you will enter the world of Jeff Koons with the eyes of a child discovering a new kind of toy store. Yummy, shiny, enormous toys that we are allowed to gaze at but that we are, sadly, prevented from touching. And yet, not everything can be connected to childhood. In his perfectly crafted productions, Koons also displays his lovemaking with a blonde porn star from Italy, “La Cicciolina,” in  a series of large paintings appropriately called Made in Heaven. I went to the opening of the show at Ileana Sonnabend in 1989. The curious were lining around the block to get on the 3rd floor gallery, while nobody attended the opening of a french minimalist artist, Jean-Pierre Reynaud, below at Leo Castelli. The visitors who were climbing up the stairs wondered why the visitors who were coming down the stairs from the show exhibited such jubilant faces! The magic of the work came from a non-offensive, candied approach to the pornographic images which made them quite endearing…like forgiving a new lover who does not know better and sends you an over the top Hallmark card to express his sentiments.

Many curators compare Jeff Koons to Andy Warhol. I find them miles apart from one another. Even though the presence of Marcel Duchamp permeates both bodies of work, Andy Warhol engaged us to look at a side of America which could be violent, materialistic, indifferent, and savage. He showed us electrical chairs, horrible accidents, industrial foods, and the maleficent power of advertising.

On the other hand, Jeff Koons acts like a wizard who enchants the viewer with an apparent childlike art: pretty and pretty corny. He points out what America does best: branding and the manufacturing of objects with perfect craftsmanship. And so, while Warhol reveals the flaws of the land, Koons reveals its genius.

So grab your self and get to the Whitney now!

 

 

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Happy Independence Day!

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About Rene Ricard

On the 22nd of May I went to the Memorial service of Rene Ricard-poet, artist, actor, art critic, humorist, philosopher and agent provocateur.

The event took place in a beautiful synagogue on Eldridge Street in Chinatown. All the luminaries of the art world from the eighties were in attendance and twenty-five friends talked about their memories of him. An era died this evening. Everyone felt it.

At Sixteen, Rene had left forever a truly horrendous childhood in Boston. Like a radar he quickly found his real family in New York City. He hanged out with Andy, Lou, Gerard, Viva, Nico, spending his nights at Max’s Kansas City. “Rene! Rene!” called out the waitresses and the customers who loved his  antics and sharp hilarious remarks and wanted more…He waved, smiled with a rose in his hand, like a diva responding to his adoring fans. In spite of his François Villon approach to life (hating conventional ways of subsistence), he somehow, along the years, stayed alive and well, until cancer knocked at his door.

Rene knew me enough to ring my bell at a late hour and spend the night in my place after having raided my refrigerator and my wallet. I didn’t mind. I liked him. I understood his soul. I admired his luminous intelligence his sharp wit and, frankly, his terrific courage. I felt inadequate next to him, but, we had the same taste when it came to art.

Any chance encounter with Rene turned into a story to tell. His home had burnt, a friend stole some of his art, he wasn’t speaking with the Mardens anymore, Jacqueline  (Schnabel) had gone to the Hamptons without telling him…a constant drama knitted his days and nights adorned with the sugar and the vinegar of a thousand personalities. He could be demanding, irreverent, angry, hilarious, ferocious, or simply charming and adorable. He had the uncanny talent of jostling your attention and making you rethink who you were on the spot, you could not hide. He was tough. It didn’t matter if you had to reach out for sword and shield in order to stand your ground because he was the true prince of complicated and essential feelings, both hot and cold.

And Rene never left you empty handed, a word, a thought which mattered, lingered in your memory after his disappearance (he had the ability to come and go like a wizard, so ephemeral he was difficult to pin down).

A few days after he died, I was looking for a work on paper done by a dear friend and shuffling through a forgotten portfolio I found a print signed by Rene. He had dedicated it to me with very sweet words. I was moved.

Recently, I read an article about the island of Hydra in a special issue of the NY Times. The journalist who wrote the article described Rene getting off the boat on a visit to the island. “A small explosive fellow tumbled down the gangplank and dragged us into a waterfront cafe…”

It was the last boat of the evening and dark outside, obviously, because there was nothing small about Rene Ricard.

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Our Credit Cards

A few days before Christmas, I was on my way to New Haven, riding the Metro North train I had been taking for years, when my bag got stolen…I left it unattended for a few minutes, but let’s not go there. Looking at the bright side of my adventure, I became friend with Detective Corcoran who has done a close follow-up on the larceny…But, of course, he has bigger fish to fry as you can imagine…By the time I canceled my Amex card and two Visas, the thief had already spent $1,200 on UGG boots in Wagstaff (as a friend said, he’s going to sell them on eBay) and $130 in a store in Bridgeport where he got off and where he lives for sure.
When he called the store in Wagstaff he gave the “secret number” placed in the back of my card. I always thought this was totally daft. How naive! Every where else in the world you need a code to use your credit cards. I wondered for a long time why the U.S didn’t adopt this system. I thought companies were given a tax break for their losses and if you could prove you were not in the vicinity of the theft you were not charged for the purchase.

But, what about our stress? Thank God, I had kept my phone in my pocket, I could cancel my cards quickly… But do you remember when credit cards offered you a plan to SECURE your cards? Really, bankers have all the tricks in the book…They knew there was another way of dealing with this problem…Ah! but, it would COST $200 per cash register to change the system…

Well, what are they waiting for? The change would save millions of dollars…and so, I have erased the (secret number) from the back of my card and I have stored it elsewhere..If my card is stolen again, my thief will miss an element to do his shopping. I’m so clever!

If you missed the work of YAYOI KUSAMA that’s too bad.
BUT! You can look at it one last time on the top of my blog…Glorious fun!

1218131735A few days before Christmas, on my way to New haven, riding the Metro North train I had been taking for years, my bag got stolen…I left it unattended for a few minutes, but let’s not go there. Looking at the bright side of my adventure I became friend with Detective Corcoran who has done  a close following up on the larceny…But, of course, he has bigger fish to fry as you can imagine…By the time I canceled my Amex card and two visas, the thief had already spent $1,200 on boots in Wagstaff ( as a friend said, he’s going to sell them on EBay…) and $130 in a store in Bridgeport where he got off  and where he lives for sure.
When he called the store in Wagstaff he gave the “secret number” placed in the back of my card. I always thought this was totally daft. How naive! every where else in the world you need a code to use your credit cards…I wondered for a long time why the U.S didn’t adopt the system.I thought companies were given a tax break for their losses and if you could prove you were not in the vicinity of the theft you were not charged for the purchase.

But, what about our stress? Thank God, I had kept my phone in my pocket, I could cancel my cards quickly… But do you remember when credit cards offered you a plan to SECURE your cards? Really, bankers have all the tricks in the book…They knew they were another way of dealing with this problem…Ah! but, it would COST $200 per cash register to change the system…

Well, what are they waiting for? the change would save millions of dollars…and so, I have erased the (secret number) from the back of my card and I have stored it elsewhere..If my card is stolen again, my thief will miss an element to do his shopping. I’m so clever!

If you missed the work of YAYOI KUSAMA that’s too bad.
BUT! You can look at it one last time on the top of my blog…Glorious fun!

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