paris II
okay- so the city grew on me, maybe it was taking a weekend off.
maybe it was the juan gris, skateboarders, and the graffiti at the city museum of modern art.
(that said- the curators at the pompidou are on crack- althought i've seen alot of poorly curated stuff lately.)
maybe it was sophie calle's national pavilion - as one of the most interesting, engaging things to address the post-minimalist turn of documentary art, feminist art, and cindy sherman-esque construction of subject/object, distance and voyeurism... (a mid-week break at the biennale...) plus all this has led me to appreciate the work of t. trouve and her 'plodder' series.
so yeh- paris was fine...
of course if could also be the ritual address of my adorning crowds, gathered every morning on the steps to await my appearance on our balcony.
posted by meg @ 1:43 PM
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I agree with you about the whole pompidou curator situation. I have fond memories of Sophie Calle from my makeshift undergraduate theory/sculpture studio where my professor promptly asked me to comment on the nature of her work because she is 'Latina'.
Glad you're having more fun in Paris!
yeh-i'm familiar with her really early work in venice itself... hadn't seen anything later than stuff from the early 80's. but yeh, le monde totally wrote up this entirely sexist article about her feminine narcissism... when her work is most much more critical and intelligent about subject construction, the spectacular, and gendered objectification.
yeh- the pompidou had a show 'the air of paris'- about the notions of space, city, and, sigh, the post-duchampian world of art.... which became an excuse for them to throw the entire world in there- including, not kidding, the european attempts to design personal spacecraft (with no critical commentary ro duchampian jokes). airs de paris- yeh, right...
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