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The point of last night’s Marlborough Gallery show, POWHIDA, is probably that there are too many douchebags in the world, especially the art world. The character named Powhida entered the street-level Chelsea gallery in a classic car that drove through the front window — which retracted — of the gallery up to a large sheet of paper with his name written in ALL CAPS in what looked like Helvetica.
He walked over to a roped off VIP area after a stop at the absinthe bar and then proceeded to sit there eating Starbursts and champagne. I am sad to report that there was no cocaine. No one was allowed to sit on the Le Corbusier leather furniture, not even an old woman who tried to sit and was soon removed by security. At one point during the performance, Powhida the character spilled champagne on his sleeve and his handler used his jacket to soak up the bubbly.
Just before I left, I yelled at Powhida, “Your show sucks!” He replied, “Thanks.”
We went to the after party and like all official after parties, it was meh.
Powhida is on until August 12 at Marlborough Chelsea (545 West 25th Street, Chelsea, Manhattan).
And now some entertaining tweets from the night, including some of my own: