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December 29, 2007

Untitled

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                                                    Untitled (2003)
                                                    Daniel Galas
                                    
I'm not trying to be lazy. It really is untitled. I just started working with a new artist, Daniel Galas. Because he is exchanging coasts (NYC --> SF) in the name of love, he wanted to part ways with some of his work. I was lucky enough to get my hands on this piece, which is yet untitled.

I'm still looking for a name. If you can think of one, please let me know.

September 28, 2007

A Contemporary Art Exhibit Opening in Old New York

Yours truly helped organize an exhibit at the National Arts Club. I am featuring works by two contemporary artists, Caroline Bergonzi and Scott Richards. I'd love it if you joined me this Tuesday, October 2nd at 6 - 8pm. Give my name at the door, come inside the historic Tilden Mansion, marvel at the La Farge glass ceiling. Knock back some wine, look beautiful, enjoy. And... buy, buy, buy!



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                The President, The Board of Governors
                 & The National Arts Club Roundtable

                                   invite you to

                         THE SIXTEENTH

                               ANNUAL

                           ROUNDTABLE

                             EXHIBITION



                             OPENING RECEPTION:

                         Tuesday, October 2, 2007
                                       6 - 8pm

           The National Arts Club . 15 Gramercy Park South
              (212) 475-3424 . www.nationalartsclub.org

July 30, 2007

Art Parties

                        

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Poprally, an art party at MOMA created by and for the young crowd, is a lot of fun.  It's to encourage/lure the youthful with very affordable admissions prices + drinks included. The scene was very LES and very Marc Jacobs, sort of stringy straight hair, some people still wearing skinny jeans with flats, definitely some Brooklyn Industries and American Apparel ensembles. I felt a bit overdressed in my long blue silk hippiebougie dress with a plunging neckline.

The featured musical & visual artists were Paper Rad and Cory Archangel - a sort of mismash of 80's pop iconography and a comment on the media frenzy of the 2000's. It started off with a severely pixellated, visual distortion remix of 'Umbrella' and Bjork and gave way to mosh pits with crowd surfing by the dj and random girls. What a strange scene, with a bronze Balzac presiding. But a lovely one, to see the museum lit up and pounding with punk rock. Sorta bar meets museum. Is this the future of museums?

The next night, I was at the Gugg, at another art party - this time a members only cocktail hour, to peruse. The crowd was certainly different - an older mindset perhaps? But definitely more St. John, tasteful couture, prada, with lots of little silk dresses, with business casual mingled in. I was in a 50's getup, a white and red dress with tulip cap sleeves, red heels and a clutch purse.

Silly this, but I wonder if I shouldn't have swapped outfits for the two parties.

If you want to join in the poprally fun, go here or send an email.

March 14, 2007

And now you're smart.

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Rene Magritte
(1898 - 1967)

The Son of Man (Le fils de l'homme)
(1928-1929)

You know this guy. You've seen him in The Thomas Crown Affair. Now you know Mr. Magritte painted him. And now you can show off how smart you are.

March 13, 2007

Smart Alec, Sacre Bleu!

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Rene Magritte
(1898 - 1967)

The Treachery of Images (La Trahison des Images)
(1928 - 1929)

Rene Magritte, a Belgian artist, is widely considered the father of surrealism. In The Treachery of Images, he challenges the viewer to explore the notion of perception. By painting a photorealistic pipe and then stating that "this is not a pipe," Magritte presents the viewer with a paradox. Is in fact, not a pipe. It is a painting of a pipe. That smart-alec!

September 07, 2006

Phillips Fall Contemporary Auction

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Last night, I was at the Phillips de Pury Auction House to attend their fall Contemporary Art exhibit. It kicked off last night amidst champagne toasts and lemon cucumber vodka tonics and goes on until next Saturday Sept. 16th when the auctioneer's gavel comes out.

I like Phillips a lot. It's not like the other auction houses Sotheby's and Christie's (no offense, I like you guys too) as seen by media (American Giggolo anyone?). True to it's new location in the meatpacking district, it houses eclectic art - one might even say hipster art. I did see a lot of Marc Jacobs being worn. And just like the art, also eclectic was the audience. Some young, some beautiful, some artfully distressed (like the gentlemen with chewing gum spread on his shoe - I hope it was on purpose), other plain wacky and insane.

The selection of art was also interesting - with the more valuable works housed on the third floor gallery and part of "Under the Influence" exhibit, and the more accessible (both in content and price) housed as part of Saturday's @Phillips (not unlike Christie's East and Sotheby's Arcade).

There were many Eames pieces for those who care - at very good prices. Cindy Sherman's nudes at reasonable prices, Warhol at ridiculous prices. The jewelry was innovative and quite affordable. Which brings me to my next point - my bid:

AMANDA NICOL   
LOT 48
                              

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A Sterling Silver Chain Bracelet

Designed as ten rows of fine trace link chains,
gathered by silver bead terminals, completed
by a polished silver sliding clasp, mounted in
sterling silver, length 7 inches.

ESTIMATE: $120 - 250

So next Saturday, I'll be on the phone, on the other side for a change, having a pretty young thing be my advocate, bidding on the bracelet on my behalf. Sweet.

Phillips is a great place for a young collector or anyone who is interested in art, but somewhat intimidated - to go. It's welcoming, it's really like a cocktail party, and it's in the booze joint of meatpacking. Dress in your own vintage gear, wear loud colours artfully, or just buy something at Marc Jacobs or (gasp!) Urban Outfitters and strut. Trust me, the truly wealthy dress and act insane. No one will know the difference.

Phillips de Pury & Company is located at 450 West 15th St. and 10th Avenue. Please don't bid on my bracelet.

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September 01, 2006

Vicious cuteness : Adorable but Menacing

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                                            Art by Ted Rabidoux

While I was in Nantucket, I went to a couple of gallery openings. Not to knock Nantucket because I love the island, but the arts scene there - panders a lot to the I-like-this-because-everyone-likes-the-impressionists crowd.

This made me sad.

I like the Impressionists. Good ones. Like Caillebotte, Cassatt, Morrissot, as well as the usual suspects. I like a variety of artists and styles and periods. But I do not like it when people blindly follow the mass' version of what is good, because they don't question what they like for themselves.

I become despondent when people would rather buy a Monet print and hang it in a gilded frame, rather than explore contemporary artists and their oustanding works. It's all just pretending and make-believing - that that is your taste, when it's just regurgitating rather than digesting. If people didn't look into new things, we would have never had the Impressionists; we would have continued to live under the iron fist of Neoclassicism.

So I wandered a bit. Onto Orange St., off of Main Street, and into 12 Orange St. Gallery. There's were very individualistic, very expressionistic works, a bit reminiscent of German Expressionism. There I ran into Ted Rabidoux, whose works I've placed above.

It's vicious vs cute. His work has a very basic feel. The colours are primary, the tools child-like craypas, the subjects very familiar. Yet the result is menacing. Some of his work is sculptural, as in "Blind Jane" of his dog who went blind some years ago, whom he carries downstairs every morning, who seems to look outward in quietude and wisdom, like some canine Terisias. The direct, yet dead eyes has me wondering. What? Are you dead? Are you stuffed? Are you sad, what is it?

His other works are simply anxiety causing, like "Cain and Abel." Whether due to the clever title, or the reduced to bare bones black and luminous white - it works in rousing the same amount of angst in the viewer.

In 'Untitled' - a familiar mouse looks out directly - eyes quite vengeful, nose dangerously sharp, the lack of a mouth makes him even more malingering. Jerry, what have you done with Tom?

That's my formula for art appreciation.

I look for things that disturb.