As of 4:20pm, a poll on the Bravo website reflects that 64% of voters agree that Amanda deserved the boot. On the other hand, 13% vote “I’m undecided (but I have a crush on Miles!)” As natural as it is predictable. Who doesn’t want a few inches of Miles?
And he doesn’t beat around the bush, if you caught his comment to Nicole about the nude portrait of her.
I’m glad he won. His portrait of Nao was sensual and resourceful. She looks orgasmic, astral, and rapturous, and sMiles was sMart to harness Nao’s performative presence – rather than just snap a silly photo for reference. Even Judge Jeanne liked it (I think), telling Nao: “You look completely euphoric, as if we’re watching you drown.” (The good kind of drowning.)
Nao rightfully defends her work against the panel. Jerry Saltz reasonably chides her for sounding defensive, but he didn’t already see how she’s been the offense since the first minute. Yes, her Miles Matrix was a Minus, but a performer like her might inevitably catch on to the behavior of her subject, not just his likeness. And her point is valid, that she is not responsible for our experience of her work.
Especially in the case of Nao Bustamante v. China Chow, to whom it hasn’t occurred that even Chuck Close can circumnavigate an art object. You go, Nao: I also would resist a fourth-rate Lucy Liu whose qualifications include being “born into a family of collectors,” and whose wardrobe includes, so far, a paintballed miscarriage, a giant gift-wrap bow, and a flower flattened around her icy, empty cranium. “Art is my passion,” she glibly declares.
More so than small-town boy Mark, who is highly skilled, Erik is the resident working class hero. Why else, if he’s so new to the “fine art industry?” Will be become the next great artist in just one season? If it happens that quickly, then 62-year-old Judith Braun should be up there with Cindy Sherman. Or is he just a genius who hasn’t yet been discovered? That’s doubtful; you saw the clown portrait.
“I’ve been sleeping in my truck and sleeping in my parents’ house.” (Accent on the “parents’ house.” Did your Mom do your laundry, Erik?) (Unlike John, who reveals to Trong that he “bares out all his dirty laundry.”)
Erik is tattooed and he swears, so he must be tough, right? And he didn’t spend four years painting daisies at some sissy art school. He’ll satisfy the construction worker fantasy of any petite miss. Moreover, he’s a surrogate to the unfortunate husbands stuck on the couch with their wives, men who wouldn’t mind having a beer with him. But have no fear, ladies: he’s vaguely warm and vulnerable (“When I realized I got this opportunity; I cried”), so he doesn’t come with misogynistic baggage.
Proletariat and white collar Mad Men will settle opinions – and eyes – on Cracklin’ Jaclyn. Cleavage is never bad for ratings, so twenty bucks says she’ll stick around till the final weeks. Amanda Lynn, on the other hand, seems disposable so far, though the ditsy Christian blonde Barbie wannabe…person is worth keeping if she goes all Carrie Prejean on John (and Trong?).
I grew up in a time that the government supported art, not counting Senator Helms crusading against the NEA, mapplethorpe, and Andres Serrano.
As of Thursday afternoon, a poll on the Bravo website reflects that 64% of voters agree: Amanda deserved the boot. On the other hand, 13% vote “I’m undecided (but I have a crush on Miles!)” As natural as it is predictable. Who wouldn’t want a few inches of Miles?
And he doesn’t beat around the bush, if you caught his comment to Nicole about the nude portrait of her.
"Who, me? Aw, gee..."
I’m glad he won. His portrait of Nao, resourcefully produced, makes her orgasmic, astral, and rapturous. sMiles was sMart to harness Nao’s performative presence – rather than just snap a silly photo for reference. Even Judge Jeanne liked it (I think), telling Nao: “You look completely euphoric, as if we’re watching you drown.” (The good kind of drowning.)
"I personally can't get off on it"
Nao rightfully defended her work against the panel. Jerry Saltz reasonably chided her for sounding defensive, but he didn’t already see how she’s been the offense since the first minute. And yes, her Miles Matrix was a Minus, but a performer like her inevitably would observe the actions of her subject, not just his likeness. And her point is valid: she is not responsible for our experience of her work.
This is especially true in the case of Nao Bustamante v. China Chow, to whom it hasn’t occurred that even Chuck Close can circumnavigate an art object. You go, Nao: I also would resist a fourth-rate Lucy Liu whose qualifications include being “born into a family of collectors;”
and whose wardrobe includes, so far, a paintball miscarriage, a giant gift-wrap bow, and a flower flattened around her icy, empty cranium.
“Art is my passion,” she glibly declares.
Splat!
More so than small-town boy Mark, who is highly skilled, Erik is the resident working class hero. What else, if he’s so new to the “fine art industry?” Will be become the next great artist in just one season? If it happens that quickly, then 62-year-old Judith Braun should be up there with Cindy Sherman. Or is he just a genius who hasn’t yet been discovered?
“I’ve been sleeping in my truck and sleeping in my parents’ house.” (Accent on the “parents’ house.” Did your Mom do your laundry, Erik?) (Unlike John, who reveals to Trong that he “bares out all his dirty laundry.”)
Erik is tattooed and he swears, and he didn’t spend four years painting daisies at some sissy art school. He’ll satisfy the construction worker fantasy of any petite miss.
Bros
Moreover, he’s a surrogate to the unlucky husbands stuck on the couch with their wives: these men wouldn’t mind having a beer with Erik. But have no fear, ladies: he’s vaguely warm and vulnerable (“When I realized I got this opportunity; I cried”), so he doesn’t come with misogynistic baggage.
Rack-lyn
Hard hats and white collar Mad Men alike will settle opinions – and eyes – on Cracklin’ Jaclyn. Cleavage is never bad for ratings, so twenty bucks says she’ll stick around till the final weeks. Jaime Lynn, on the other hand, seems disposable, though the “ditsy Christian blonde Barbie wannabe…person” with crazy eyes is worth keeping if she goes all Carrie Prejean on Dirty Long John (and Trong?).
Of course, the highlight is a cameo appearance by Dee Snider – wait, what’s he saying to Miles? Oh, that’s actually Sarah Jessica Parker? I guess that makes more sense. Sshhh, she’s saying something:
"I'm an art enthusiast"
“I grew up in a time that the government supported art.”
Not counting all that Senator Helms stuff in ’89?
“Show the world your art! It’s time!”
Written by: Michael Bilsborough
Posted in: Events, Exhibitions, Untouchables
Tags: Bill Powers, Bravo Work of Art, China Chow, Dee Snider, Jaclyn Santos, Jaime Lynn Henderson, Jeanne Greenberg Rohatyn, Jerry Saltz, Judith Braun, Mark Velasquez, Miles Mendenhall, Nao Bustamante, Nicole Nadeau, Trong Gia Nguyen
