Recent books by Tim Lawrence and Douglas Crimp underline the close relationship between the New York art scene of the 1970s and ’80s and that most unjustly maligned of musical movements, disco.
At Fort Gansevoort Gallery, there is a new art exhibition with titular claim to the annual Division 1 men’s college basketball tournament.
Big sailing ships and their metaphoric potential appear to be on the mind of many cultural players of late.
When I arrived at the Museum of Art Fort Lauderdale to see the current exhibition Shark, I was greeted with smiles and a sign: “Selachophobia is defined as the strong fear or dislike of sharks … “
Robert Longo is the king of that detached world of 80s über-cool, though in retrospect the whole “movement” (if we can call it that) was nothing like its PR. Sure, one could be fooled into thinking that Longo’s corporate figures writhing out of control were comments on the culture of the time, perhaps even foreboding what was to come — Reaganomics, corporate avarice, an extreme form of alienation — but did we really think it would lead to advertisements for Bottega Veneta?