Famous appropriation art maker Richard Prince was sued for mildly transforming 41 Patrick Cariou photos from the Yes Rasta book and using them for his Canal Zone exhibit at the Gagosian gallery in 2008. He just lost his “fair use” argument. The judge decided Prince’s work was just too derivative of the original. Read more »
A photo of Brooke Shields posing nude at age 10 could cost the Tate Modern a cool half a mil if the catalogs printed for its ‘Pop Life’ exhibition can’t be sold. Fearing more protests if they release the catalog with Shield’s preteen pose, museum’s publishing wing is facing the prospect of dumping 12,000 printed copies, according to the Telegraph. In the meantime, the Tate has taken the “temporary measure” of selling the catalog with the offending photo censored with a sticker until legal experts decide what to do, but you can see it in all its pervy glory after the jump. |Telegraph| Read more »
Combining two of life’s greatest joys, bicycling and art, Lance Armstrong’s Stages exhibition opened at the Emmanuel Perrotin gallery in Paris last week. On view through August 8th, the benefit show for the Lance Armstrong Foundation features commissioned work from the “world’s most accomplished and promising international artists.” The selection of 16 artists, all but two of them male, was tasked with creating new work with some type of cancerous connection. Read more »
OK, confession: I wouldn’t have know that this lascivious layout was a tribute/rebuke of Johns’s 1974 painting “Target” if the Stereo Hellers hadn’t tipped me off; I would have assumed it was a reference to Olympics archery. Johns joins Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons, and Damien Hirst on the fake American Apparel ad prankster’s pop art hit list. I’m getting art/ad/commerce vertigo! As you artsy people already know, neo-Dadaist popster Johns has painted lots of targets and American flags that have sold for ungodly sums. But honestly, it’s the nether-region bullseye of this panties-less, eyeless fake American Apparel lass that my art-loving eyes are fixated on. Reaching for my paddle…After the jump, take a look at a second fake AA ad poster that features another bawdy babe blasting a bullet hole through Richard Prince’s “Untitled (Cowboy)”—a photograph of a portion of a Marlboro ad that sold for…$1.2 million fucking dollars.
Oh, the irony. Look, it’s a party for a new book from fake writer James Frey. It’s called Wives, Wheels, Weapons, and it’s a collaboration with photographer Terry Richardson. I guess these two “bad boys” are “friends” because they’re so transgressive. This limited edition door-stopper is a companion to Bright Shiny Morning, Frey’s new “novel” that most everybody agrees is crap. The hardback edition features images by Richard Prince, the faux artist’s faux-forefather. The book itself is a bunch of white-trash themed drivel of the sort these fauxsters typically generate. So, the irony is this book signing party takes place in the Hamptons, and neither of these assholes is any more white trash-born than that guy drinking Miller High Life at that lame party you went to last weekend. The book is $75. If you buy it, you’re an idiot.
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