De Appel > F.R.DAVID

Je pourrais aussi faire le compte des moments victorieux de mon esprit, et les imaginer unis et soudés, composant une vie heureuse... Mais je crois m’être toujours bien jugé. Je me suis rarement perdu de vue ; je me suis détesté, je me suis adoré ; — puis, nous avons vieilli ensemble.

… staring in rapt contemplation of the naked posers, the classical art references, the inexorability of death, and the fact that we were stuck out in LIC and there were no refreshments (except for Poland Spring water). It was basically stand there or leave: not unusual for an art-viewing situation, but after trekking all the way out to Queens, a bit of passive-aggressive hospitality

The exhibition, Voids, a Retrospective, fills, or fails to fill, five rooms in the French national museum of modern art on the fourth floor of the Pompidou building. All the rooms are entirely empty. The walls are white. The floors are bare. The lighting has been arranged just as carefully as for any other temporary exhibition. The gardiens (guards) watch suspiciously to make sure that the visitors do not touch anything, or in this case that they do not touch nothing.

Antony and the Johnsons > Another World (Regie: Colin Whitaker)