In today’s art dynamics however figurative painting is somewhere between ‘post-contemporary’ and ‘old skool’. The recently opened exhibition of Turkish hyperrealist painter Taner Ceylan at Paul Kasmin Gallery offers viewers a post-Oriental journey among some voyeuristic yet fashion photography-esque paintings. Continue reading
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A Few Good (and some Adonis-y) Men in Hudson
Warren Street, where the “fun” happens, is the home to many art galleries, so much so that you may need a whole day solely devoted to see all of them. Carrie Haddad Gallery on the east side of Warren Street is one of these galleries. Continue reading
Turn on ‘Karma Chameleon’ and Read This Interview with Greg Newton from Bureau of General Services-Queer Division
I interviewed Greg Newton, the co-founder of Bureau of General Services-Queer Division, a bookstore that is solely devoted to the Queer culture, holding besides books, some magazines, posters, records and even art works by emerging artists, to learn more about the space and their campaign. Continue reading
Artistic Feast: Man’s Two Never-Ending Endeavors
Since art and food carry such a strong bond for me, I realized I have already put them into an incestuous relationship in my mind. Some artists are like some types of food for me. I was surprised to see how, like I do my favorites foods, I code some artists in my mind with certain flavors they evoke in my head. Continue reading
Strangers in the Park: Sculptures of the Summer in NYC
On a fine day, there is nothing more relaxing than a little bit of law-breaking and sipping your bubbly wine with your sushi at a park. What is also fascinating about New York parks besides their tempting natures for public drinking is that these park are the homes of many impressive site-specific art works. Continue reading
Alpine Breeze in July: Swiss Institute’s Summer Exhibition ‘A Sunday in the Mountains’
Heidi to me has always been one of the most atypical cartoon characters ever. Adventures of this orphan Alpine girl had such an indefinable melancholy that it has never failed giving me unusual blues. Besides her provincial innocence and naivety, Heidi was always undeniably quiet, calm and placid, just like her homeland Switzerland. Continue reading