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Monday, July 20th, 2009

Koh intern and vamp, Val
Koh intern and vamp, Val

If I were a member, I’d be livid,” whispered one super fierce publishing figure last night at the National Arts Club, referring to the dinner jacket-clad grown-ups who weren’t there for the Terence Koh lecture, who might have felt uncomfortably bumrushed by the scores of the artist’s ab fab fans, friends, a-KOH-lytes, and KOH-konspirators.

Garrick Gott and event organizer Stacey Engam
Garrick Gott and event organizer Stacy Engman, NAC Chair of Contemporary Art

To appease the outnumbered, but patient and actually very welcoming real NAC members, and to satiate the hungry, anxious club visitors, refreshments were abundant, including exotic absinthe spritzers, chocolate covered ants, port wine cheese spread, and Campbell’s soup with straws.

Who was there? Who wasn’t?

NAC President Arlene S. Hamsun introduces Terence Koh
NAC President Arlene S. Hamsun introduces Terence Koh

Marina Abramovic, Klaus Biesenbach, Phil and Shelley Aarons, Jerry Saltz, Roberta Smith, Cecilia Dean, Adam McEwen, Jeffrey Deitch, Mary Boone (happy belated birthday, still sexy at 58), RoseLee Goldberg, Kathy Grayson, Sophia Lamar…

…and lots of fashion people I can identify only by their looks.

W.W.W.D.?
W.W.W.D.?

The patrician, oil-on-canvas dinner jacket set would have been pleased.

Armchair historians
Armchair historians

At 45 minutes, with nearly 400 images handpicked from local libraries and the artist’s bookshelves, individually scanned to ensure the highest quality, Terence Koh’s Art History 1642-2009 was a whirlwind tour of Western and Eastern Art, mostly chronological from 1642 to the present, and admitting into the Koh canon a few book covers, party photos, vintage porn, and even some line graph charts to diagram art market confidence.

Autumnal Degas moment at the NAC
Autumnal Degas moment at the NAC

Who was in it?  Who made the Terence Koh Canon?

KOHlympia
KOHlympia

Marcel Duchamp, Vermeer, Velasquez, Warhol, Koons, Aurel Schmidt, Adam McEwen, Marina Abramovic, David Shrigley, Goya, Rembrandt, Judd, Bourgeois, Wojnarowicz, William Blake, Hockney, Rob Pruitt, Kelley Walker, Dash Snow, Bruce High Quality Foundation, Karen Black/Kembra Pfahler, Christian Holstad;

Maurizio Cattelan, Aaron Bondaroff, Muntean/Rosenblum, Yoko Ono, Bianca Jagger, Nauman, Robert Smithson, Yayoi Kusama, James Lee Byars, Girodet, Chardin, Flavin, Jenny Saville, Damien Hirst, Julian Schnabel, Murakami, Zhang Huan, General Idea, Dan Colen – not in that order (no McGinley? no AVAF?) – and that’s just a fraction of art history according to Terence Koh – which is more expansive than the Eurocentric humanities courses I took in college.

RIP Jeanne-Claude, Long live Bruce High Quality
RIP Jeanne-Claude, Long live Bruce High Quality

Koh spoke his own private ida-Koh language, which sounds something like Proto-Indo-Cabbie, though I heard someone ask Terence if it was Swedish.

Tonight at NAC
Tonight at NAC

He barely stopped to breathe, only taking breaks to sip from his glass of vodka.  He frequently strided away from his lectern to gesticulate and indicate details of the projected images.

A few times, he ranted at a rapid-fire clip, sounded like a Sotheby’s auctioneer, notably while discussing the Jeff Koons chrome bunny, which at the scale of the projection, looked like a anthropomorphic Sputnik.

RIP Dash Snow
RIP Dash Snow

Terence shouted and waved his arms indignantly while covering pictures of Hitler looking at artwork, and in the more emotive moments, slowed and spoke solemnly, especially when Dash Snow appeared, and when he displayed AA Bronson’s heartbreaking AIDS revelation, Felix, which is, for me, one of the most moving images of contemporary art since I first saw it in the 2002 Whitney Biennial.

Long live AA Bronson
Long live AA Bronson

In these heavyhearted moments, Terence sounded plantive and morose, though somehow resisted tears.  His lecture was politically charged, addressing, for example, 20th Century China and the Reagan administration’s delusional failure to intervene during the incipient AIDS epidemic.

Ups and Downs
Ups and Downs

And although nobody but Terence understood his words, he still said a lot, contextualizing himself and refreshingly reminding us that ultimately, art is remembered for being seen, and all that matters is how it looks!

Shrigley vs. Seymour (vs. Brant)
Shrigley vs. Seymour (vs. Brant)

Is this the new Terence Koh, post market crash, post Snow?  Still cheeky, but more substantial, orchestrated, polychrome, narrative, and profound?  Let’s find out at his “secret” performance tomorrow evening at Tompkins Square Park.

Ike-Koh (gesundheit!)
Ike-Koh (gesundheit!)

Oh, and rumor reveals a potential Terence Koh/Lady Gaga collaboration! DisKOH Stick!

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Round 1

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

Designed by Rafael Cardenas
OHWOW space designed by Rafael de Cárdenas

Greetings from Miami!

svablogohwow5
The OHWOW oh-crowd

One day after learning that President Nobel Peace Laureate will send 30,000 troops to shoot up Afghanistan, we see that the Art Gods sent 30,000 young and good-looking artists and devotees to glam up Miami.  Many of them were in downtown Miami at OHWOW, the gallery/venue run by impresarios Al Moran and Aaron Bondaroff, aka A-Ron the Downtown Don.

A-Ron holdin it down
A-Ron holdin it down

Art enlistees migrated from South Beach for the opening of OHWOW’s second annual “It Ain’t Fair.”  The space looks professional and bright, and Rafael de Cárdena’s zig-zag/ cracked glass design is pretty hot.  I can’t tell you much about the art on the walls, because the gallery was packed to the gills.  So was the parking lot outside.

Koudlam Up Above
Koudlam Up Above

Cyprien Gaillard’s video probably looks great in other conditions, but it was illegible projected on the wall outside, maybe because of the bright full moon.  That’s okay, because all eyes were on French composer Koudlam, who performed electro-drone tunes, surrounded by shaggy roughnecks waving flares, the entire group hoisted to the roof by a greasy forklift.  The crowd ooohed, aahhed, and ohwowed over the flares, but cooled when the performers began spraying fire extinguishers over the crowd.  The mist was overwhelming, and when the flares – and beer bottles – began to tumble down the roof and crash next to oblivious scenesters, I split.  Having no insurance, I can’t afford Culture Casualties.

Back in South Beach, we met friends at the Raleigh Hotel, just in time to catch Santigold performing at the Deitch Projects party.

(l-r) Capricious Mag founder Sophie Morner w/ friends Bianca and Melissa
(l-r) Capricious Mag founder Sophie Morner w/ friends Bianca and Melissa

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Any artist who can blend reggaeton and Siouxsie & the Banshees must be brilliant, and the ensuing dance party proved it.

Santigold @ Deitch @ Raleigh Hotel
Santigold @ Raleigh Hotel, some lady calling her Mom about how great Santigold is