That’s a wrap! Those of us who didn’t make it out to Miami’s week o’art this year were doomed to compulsive voyeurism. Now that it’s over, combing through the massivephoto lot — like vacation albums simultaneously on steroids and mushrooms — is tedious, so here are some random, captioned highlights.
And if anyone is able to identify the so-called “mutant Conan,” please do, as I think I really really want it as a pet.
Dennis Hopper’s ‘Self-Portrait with Rock and Cactus’ is badassss.
Mr. Jago, Ron English, Tristan Eaton at Wynwood Walls: Got popaganda? Of course. A staple.
Jim Lambie’s “Bhangra Remix” really makes me sad about those Technics.
Labeled simply as “mutant Conan,” the cockteasers at Miami New Times posted this nameless Basel wonder, a ginger-fleshy elephant-spawn. World’s best pet?
Unidentified SCOPE artifact, a.k.a. Hamlet on New Year’s Eve.
Anthony Lister dominated the whole freaking city. Walls and pop-ups oh my.
James Cohan Gallery found this partially eaten meat product in a forrest and displayed it at Ne Plus Ultra.
Unlabeled Basel artifact, mounted human head mid-mineral-metamorphosis or just another reason not to take acid at Basel.
One for the paranoids: Storm Troopers on Collins Avenue. The saga continues.
A Leisurely Meander/On Puppy Island/My Response to Leonardo da Vinci by Takashi Murakami… Which reminds me. Did you know he has Skype chats with his dog when away from home? Honest to God. Skype chats.
Mounir Fatmi’s skateboards covered in sacred tapestery you can’t skate on but you really want to.
Sanrio Pop Up: What’s pink, Loli-esque and Kawaii all over? No art party can do without grown-ass women, tediously garlanded as child dolls. Hehehe ^_~
That’s a wrap! Those of us who didn’t make it out to Miami’s week o’art this year were doomed to compulsive voyeurism. Now that it’s over, combing through the massive photo lot — like vacation albums simultaneously on steroids and mushrooms — is tedious, so here are some random, captioned highlights.
