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When (if) I grow up I think I would like to be Dash Snow, please. This guy fascinates me no end. Privilege begets plastic begets privilege? There’s an interesting NY Mag article here
And because notoriety is crucial to something much larger than graffiti culture, Dash Snow is becoming a kind of sensation. Young people poured out onto Joey Ramone Place waiting to get into his last show at Rivington Arms gallery. He had a piece in the Whitney Biennial—a picture of a dog licking his lips in a pile of trash and several other Polaroids. You may not be able to find him, but you can hear his name, that zooming syllable—Dash!—punctuating conversations in Chelsea galleries and Lower East Side coke parties and Miami art fairs and the offices of underground newspapers in Copenhagen and Berlin, like a kind of supercool international Morse code. Because the art world loves infamy. Downtown New York City loves infamy—needs it, in fact, to exist.
His work is pretty uncompellingly eh; I can’t decide if I love or loathe him. Or rather, the idea of him. Such moneyed finesse, channeling of collective self loathing and careful paranoia. Perhaps the pinnacle of what late stage capitalism and the dying throes of western civilisation can only become.Gawker does it in particularly breathless installments.
Is write at this business more often.
I am taking,
- Anthropology of estrangement
- Intro to social and cultural anthropology
- 2 of these:
- The road or Anticolonialism or Anthropology of consumption or Modern poetry or Race, ethnicity, and immigration in urban america (????)
- Intro to linguistics
- The science of psychology
(loads of you must have taken this – which section is less painful?)
I am not taking,
Any hyphen-humanities or PE or otherwise core shaped classes. These are impossible to get into?
I guess this means I’m not a film major anymore, then.
