I’m obsessed with the Epstein files. Completely obsessed. Any time I get a spare moment, my fingers unconsciously wander over to my permanent Jmail tab to take another gander. Some days, I unblinkingly click through the police-produced Zillow tour of Epstein’s 71st Street townhouse, homing in on deranged bathroom décor, like the chummy caricature of … Continue reading
When thinking of artist Robert Smithson, Times Square porn cinemas, sci-fi horror flicks, beefcake magazines and pulp fiction book covers probably don’t immediately come to mind. Changing the typically one-sided conception of Robert Smithson’s all-too-short artistic career, the recently closed exhibition Pop at James Cohan’s newly opened Lower East Side gallery space reveals the tacky, … Continue reading
Who can deny the artistry and conceptual power of a muscle man pumping iron while a psychotic clown strangles a fellow circus performer? I know I can’t. I only just now understand what David Lynch meant when he screeched about “Crazy Clown Time.” Last weekend, I discovered this aptly-titled illustration “Untitled (Clown attacking woman while … Continue reading