Dash Snow, Fuck the Police (detail), 2005. 45 framed press clippings, semen. Dimensions variable. Photo via Saatchi Gallery.
Joining the many media outlets digesting the death of artist and downtown art scene mainstay Dash Snow, I wrote an obituary for the L Magazine.
Emerging artist Dash Snow died Monday night at Lafayette House, a hotel in lower Manhattan, of a drug overdose. A member of the prominent de Menil family, which includes art collector and philanthropist Christophe and Dominique de Menil, Snow ran away from home at 13 and eventually developed a celebrity status of his own within the downtown art scene. Snow married artist Agathe Snow in 1999, and is survived by his two-year-old daughter with model Jade Berreau, Secret Magic Nico Snow. The New York Times reported that according to his grandmother, Christophe de Menil, Snow began rehabilitation in March and had, until very recently, not been using drugs.
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rip sace
rip sace
rip sace
sorry…. not a lot of sympathy here. My gallerist friend’s knees were ripped up as she was dragged by a cab trying to retrieve the art he had just stolen off her walls. The Bad Boy Artist Thing is tired… and it doesn’t automatically make you a genius just because you piss people off.
sorry…. not a lot of sympathy here. My gallerist friend’s knees were ripped up as she was dragged by a cab trying to retrieve the art he had just stolen off her walls. The Bad Boy Artist Thing is tired… and it doesn’t automatically make you a genius just because you piss people off.
Secret Magic Nico Snow? really?
Secret Magic Nico Snow? really?
Secret Magic Nico Snow? really?
Am I a bad artist if I couldn’t care less? Wah wah wah. There, I grieved.
Am I a bad artist if I couldn’t care less? Wah wah wah. There, I grieved.
Am I a bad artist if I couldn’t care less? Wah wah wah. There, I grieved.
Tell me you felt nothing when you looked at those polaroids for the first time…
Tell me you felt nothing when you looked at those polaroids for the first time…
Tell me you felt nothing when you looked at those polaroids for the first time…
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