The actor’s trade is always a deception, creating the appearance of authenticity.
As the Central Park Conservancy celebrates its 35th year, it’s hard to imagine the decrepit shape much of the park was in when they started revitalization efforts in 1980. As part of its anniversary celebrations, the Conservancy partnered with Creative Time.
This week, a new opera devoted to the bizarre tale of pop duo Milli Vanilli, WOW (aka Work-In-Progress), will conclude its short two-week run.
Normally when art lovers want their fill of domesticity, they might head to somewhere like the Brooklyn Museum’s fourth floor, where the decorative arts galleries are filled with a series of dark but striking, low lit period rooms, and even two full-scale 18th-century Dutch farmhouses from Brooklyn. But contemporary art seems to be having something of a love affair with domesticity right now, too.
Have you ever read a press release — or even, say, the first line of a press release — for an art exhibition and promptly felt like you had no idea what just happened? Like a wave of vague descriptors and questionable nouns had washed over you, all if which were supposed to combine to create some sort of meaning, but you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out what it was, and then you were ashamed? Have you ever read a press release and wanted to cry?