For their second fair this year, the organizers of Spring/Break have set up shop in a multiuse development in Downtown Brooklyn.
New Orleans — The captain’s flight-deck announcement that we were now making our final descent towards New Orleans jolted me from a very uneasy sleep. The three-hour flight was my first prolonged opportunity to get prolonged (i.e. 3-hours rest) after a late night train ride, to a later night Long Island Railroad Road ride, to a crack-of-dawn flight departure from the 24-hour nightmare microcity that is New York’s JFK airport.
Confused and groggy I peered out the window as we began our descent. With eyes as bleary as my thoughts, I decided that I was surveying Gulf waters from some 25,000 feet. What are those dark streaks? I thought. Is that oil? Oh my god, that’s oil. There’s still oil everywhere. Holy shit. Oh no. They ruined the Gulf.
Curator Joann Kim doesn’t want you to think of Mao Zedong, Hello Kitty, bukake or Panda bears when you think contemporary Asian art, and she’s offering an alternative at Arario Gallery’s New York branch titled, “Irrelevant: Local Emerging Asian Artists Who Don’t Make Work About Being Asian.” She tells us why.