Gustave Courbet, “Woman with a Cat,” 1864. Now on view at the Worcester Art Museum.
- Somehow we missed this in our guide to D.F. events, but Yoko Ono has an exhibition that opens today at the Museo Memoria y Tolerancia: Mexico, Tierra de Esperanza (Land of Hope). It’s not too far from the art fairs, so if you’re in town, check it out! (Link is in Spanish) [El Universal]
- Stylist Ursula Goff does hair inspired by art history—from acerbic and wavy in tribute to Edvard Munch to flat-blue and big like a Lichtenstein woman. [Mashable]
- The Worcester Art Museum summer exhibition, Meow, promises an exploration of the feline as an art inspiration, pulling cat-related works from their collection. The show also will include a self-guided “cat walk” through the Museum and a “Cats-In-Residence” programme promising an “unorthodox” human/cat installation. I love cats, but I think I agree with Tyler Green’s assessment on this: “hard to imagine how this isn’t a substantial, mindless pander.” [Worcester Art Museum via @TylerGreenDC]
- Twenty-first century progress: rainbow bagels now exist. [Buzzfeed]
- LACMA’s long, strange trip to acquire a 1940s zoot suit for its upcoming historical survey on men’s fashion. [Los Angeles Times]
- Dallas Contemporary has a new exhibition Black Sheep Feminism that features the work of Joan Semmel, Anita Steckel, Betty Tompkins and Cosey Fanni Tutti—artists who embraced t”he “pornographic” at the height of anti-sex second-wave feminism. From Sarah Galo: “Perhaps the greatest testament of Black Sheep Feminism’s power is that the outrage is irrelevant now for young feminists; sex positivity is the order of the day.” [The Guardian]
- Related: June Mattingly, one of Dallas’s great supporters of art, has died. The former gallerist promoted the work of Texan artists, as well as started the Dallas Art Dealers Association and was a founding member of the Emergency Artists’ Support League. [Dallas Observer]
- Belinda Lanks thinks we should all accept the new, “meh” Penn Station plans because “we don’t care about poetry when we’re stuck on an Acela arriving from Washington and train traffic is preventing us from making a meeting in Midtown.” To which I say: speak for yourself. [Bloomberg]
