Imagining an excuse to blog this image, late as it is - hey I just saw Pussy On A Hot Tin Roof (1961)!... no I'm just on 'Tulsa Time' or something, dunno:
Should have posted the shitload of Art Basel Miami 2009 photos that I took on our trip last year. Never did. I got press passes for all the events and then treated it more like a relaxed buying opportunity, though I had no money (still used to that leveraged buying - oh so 2006 - isn’t that what credit cards do? Allow us peons a glint at similar beyond our means opportunities in the big Capitalism game as the big brokerage houses, like Hank Paulson’s Goldman 'Slacks' wields? although we don’t get bailed out and then allowed to pay back loans at no interest?... Yeah that's about right.
But I did have a lot of interest in the art this year. Though this intentionally outsisde/inside piece below may have been the smartest - William Powhida’s “Hooverville.” Yes look for Goldbug there along with Jerry Saltz and the corpse of Jerry Garcia (maybe).
No let me go through what I got off this old drive - had lost the USB cord on a camera and finally bought a universal flash card reader at Target today for $5. FIVE BUCKS! Somewhere in this, if I’d written it smarter, is a Baldessari. Or something... JK.
You wouldn’t want repeat viewings of this meaningless diatribe, one big excuse for wasting a journalist’s free vantage and neck hanging passes. I just felt like a toad doing all that, being a... and wanted some fresh art, maybe spend a grand for something. I’ll tell you who I would have done that on... But first just wanted to drop that proud pic with George Kuchar that happened randomly, not long after I saw New Image Art’s (they provided a nice chunk of Mall Punk) Marsea Goldberg (and old L.A. friend Nicole Livingston helping her booth.)
Weird. I can’t even remember which fair this was, but it was the most punk rock. Next day I learned the press pass people for Basel proper have a stick way up their craws/arses. They wanted a pound of liver to get in, and in the end I showed them the worst, most goofed up, printed version of a page of our site and it worked... go figure.
NADA on the other hand, hosted from the hotel where we stayed, was superkind, and had a great pool. Deauville was a bit out of the way from the rest of Miami's shenanigans, but nicely so; Have to say they could work on party planning (an hour wait to trade in a booze button)... but oh well, we were 'expecting' then. And I had to show some decorum.
So enjoy this one personal pic. If I get time maybe I'll add more from the now almost ancient vaults. Until then..
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