Julian Schnabel, the bête noir previously blacklisted for his poorly executed art's role in the hyperinflation and eventual crash of the art market in the early 90s, is earthworming his way back into NYC. His "neo-expressionist art" makes me want to throw up. Gawker says it's supposed to have that effect: The Olsen twins made an appearance at his C & M Arts gallery opening. It's good that they both showed up—if only the fat Olsen attended I'd have to play Bob Saget to get my Schnabel-to-vomit degrees of separation in order.
Richard Polsky wrote a gloss of Schnabel recently, a kind-but-stern-parent take in my opinion—click away, bulimic nation!
Posted by Kriston at September 29, 2004 12:20 PMOh my. Did you have a look at the works at C&M's site?
Posted by: heather at September 29, 2004 1:15 PMugh. That fat phony, Schnabel makes me want to wretch. The only thing I like about Schnabel's work is that very few credible people take it seriously.
Posted by: at September 29, 2004 5:10 PM