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We're all light!
Somehow, I thought that stories like this weren't likely to be heard much of again. (Silly me.) Watching someone burn out at terminal velocity is never fun, regardless of the circumstances, but stories like Dash Snow's read out in articles like Art as Extreme Sport. There's always been that aspect of the art world, but what gets me is that it now seems the only part paid attention to, for reasons perhaps irritatingly obvious. I have witnessed people with too much money and too little sense of direction buy their way to an early mortal checking-out, but they never made the pages of New York, ArtForum or Bomb (Fred, correct on the last one if necessary). I'm neither dancing on Snow's grave nor mourning uncontrollably; I'm trying to nail down the current state of Art Spectacle as media magnet, and whether that magentism is fueled by some form of virulent nostalgia for The Way Things Were (say, roughly between 1964 and 1998) in the art word in general, and the New York art galaxy in particular.
(Maybe watching that video the other night about Sam Wagstaff and Robert Mapplethorpe got to me a bit.)
- Barrett
(Maybe watching that video the other night about Sam Wagstaff and Robert Mapplethorpe got to me a bit.)
- Barrett
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