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This Week’s Must-See Art Events: Anxiety on High

by Paddy Johnson and Michael Anthony Farley on January 16, 2017
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Let’s face it—the bulk of this week’s chatter in the art world isn’t going to be about Donald Trump’s Inauguration, but Marilyn Minter and Madonna’s talk Thursday evening at the Brooklyn Museum lamenting it. And that’s as it should be. Resistance to this new presidency is essential.
Friday, we’ll be participating in the #J20 Art Strike, so no content on our website will be available but for a livestream of Rachel Mason lip synching the inauguration as FutureClown. Those seeking to participate in the art protests can head to the Whitney where Occupy Museums will be hosting a “Speak Out”.

Other than that, we’re recommending a show about soul crushing anxiety and despair at LUBOV, and a show called “Infected Foot” at Greene Naftali, because sickness also seems like an appropriate theme for the week. Sorry to be depressing. Unfortunately, there’s no other honest way to paint the events.

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Week Ten: Oprah Winfrey Is the New Curator at the Palais de Tokyo

by Corinna Kirsch on January 14, 2014
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Because why not?

This week’s dream exhibitions brought to you by Joshua Weibley, Jessica MacCormack, Angela Washko, and Laura Swanson.

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For Your Beach Reading: Novels Artists Love

by Whitney Kimball on July 5, 2013
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There are no art galleries on the beach, which means it’s finally time for some quality fiction. (No, Marx isn’t beachy.)

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Frieze New York: Either Way, We’re Drinking Champagne

by Corinna Kirsch on May 10, 2013
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“Greetings from Captain John. There will be no swimming and no diving.” Sailing on the Frieze ferry to Randall’s Island, the driver told us that we were on our way to vacation, but cautioned against letting loose with freewheeling abandon. Once we landed, that ethos seemed to be in effect at the fair itself: dealers and collectors were having fun, and the fair was certainly crowded, but nobody was breaking out champagne in the early afternoon to celebrate skyrocketing sales.

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