07-09

Dear Jerry,

In a past column you wrote about the "bad dealer behavior" you experience as a recognizable critic. As an ordinary engaged observer, however, I often experience something very different at galleries: smugness. I'll ask for a piece of information and am dismissed with some uninformative answer. Occasionally, I’m asked if I’m a collector. It's not a big deal, since I'm there to look at the art, but it does leave a bad taste. Would you please ask those galleries to be a bit more welcoming to those who've made the trek to the windy west?

-- Plebeian

Dear Plebeian,

I feel your pain. I'm not sure why, but walking into galleries can be intimidating. Being cold-shouldered is a drag. Still, allow me to say a few words on behalf of the unsung people who work at art galleries. Many will be the next generation of art dealers. (As a critic, I try to train them accordingly. But that's a subject of another column.) The people who work at those front desks are usually paid very little. Many have no insurance or benefits. Like you, they're poor, in it more for the love or desire than money. They may be on the "inside," but there's a spiritual cost to that: Dealers are ultra-demanding control types who expect impeccable work out of them. Moreover, they're on public view and subject to all manner of abuse. They're sneered and stared at, and are asked for restaurant recommendations, street directions, bathroom keys, suggestions of what else to see. They are pummeled with demands to know who bought this, how much it costs, what the artist thinks they're doing, and why the gallery would show such crap. They are bombarded with artists asking them to look at their slides. If the person behind the desk is a woman, she will be flirted with, hit on, sometimes followed out the door. This goes on all day as he or she is trying to do all the things the dealer has tasked them to do. The pressure is intense. Dealers can hold these people responsible for not recognizing a collector who has come in or for misdirecting a tiny piece of seemingly insignificant information. All I can say is that the people behind the desk are more like you than you think. They may be short with you, but they're not dissing you. They're probably as concerned about how they're perceived as you are.

How to Hate The Beatles

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2010/12/how_to_hate_the_beatles.html?imw=Y&f=most-viewed-24h5

People who know me know I love this article. Go Stones!

michelle williams rocks it in red

Homegirl does Dawson's proud.

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every painting in the moma

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sean penn, crazy

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2010/03/so_what_the_hell_was_sean_penn.html

i love that nymag cares about the same things i do.

NYMAG: Ultimate NYC playlist

Of course I love this list!! And #12 goes to my boys.

12. “New York City Cops,” the Strokes, 2001
This track was removed from American versions of 2001’s Is This It after 9/11 out of sensitivity ( “New York City cops — they ain’t too smart.”), but it’s less an insult than a tribute to street-prowling Droogs eluding authority. “I always took that song as a love story,” says guitarist Albert Hammond Jr. “The two people are together and the cops are fucking with them … There’s something about walking down the street as a gang. It’s a tough place. It gets you excited.” Casablancas first shared the song with Hammond on a train back from Hoboken: What’s more New York than that?

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Apparently the MacGruber movie kicks ass. I can't wait!!!

2000's

I really like this NYMag article about the 2000's. Read it.

RIVER OF BRAKELIGHTS

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2009/10/julian_casablancas_sex_is_on_f.html

Please click above to hear the new Jules track. NYMAG says his sex is on fire. Duh!

(You can also stream the track on Fader's site.)

THANK YOU NEW YORK MAGAZINE

http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/09/it_is_now_fashionable_to_walk.html
I totally agree. I hate when I see people doing this on my way to the L train, especially when they feel the need to walk as slow as sin.