Monthly Archives: November 2008

After Brush with Larceny, Opening Goes Smoothly

I suppose it’s a compliment when someone tries to steal your art. I mean, that puts a piece in pretty heady company, along with those pilfered pieces by Picasso and Pissarro, right? (“Pretty Peppy Party, eh, Pal?” — Albert Brooks, “Broadcast News”) So hours after installing my show in the Art Bar, some clown walked out of the place, hustling the cheeky masterpiece “Monopoly Smackdown” (loosely based on those sweet old boxing posters) under his coat. The doorman got the art, but not the perp. Okay, now this painting has a back-story. That’s a good thing.

Potentially Pilfered Poster Parody

Potentially Pilfered Poster Parody

On Wednesday the 19th, the opening came off without a hitch. The crowd exceeded my expectations, we had guests from as far away as Pittsburgh (yes, THAT Pittsburgh–-thanks Matt and Lisa), and not one painting was stolen. NOT, ONE. You guys are great. Hope to see you at the next opening: December 11, 6-9 p.m. at Lolita Bar (266 Broome St. at Allen on the Lower East Side). The art will be bigger and harder to steal.

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Two installations in 24 hours

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Oscar Wilde says: I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

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For the last several weeks, preparing for two art shows has meant mainly focusing on creating enough new works to fully stock two solo exhibits.

This week it shifted gears as I installed both shows within 24 hours — here you see me installing some of my Simple Pleasures paintings at Art Bar on Wednesday, and Thursday I delivered my paintings at Lolita Bar.

No art show is complete without food and liquor, so I took care of some of that, too. Thanks to Robin’s guidance at Art Bar, we will have veggie samosas, fried calamari and buffalo wings, along with champagne on the house. (And for those of you deciding whether to do the show first then dinner, or dinner first then the show, Art Bar has a great happy hour that runs ’til 7 p.m. Two for one drafts and well drinks.) At Lolita, we’re planning Lower East Side soul food, including a tray from Katz’s and the world’s best knishes from Yonah Schimmel.

There’s also been some marketing work, sending press releases to try to drum up attention, making posters for the windows at both bars, and getting some of these trendy new mini business cards that everyone seems to have from moo.com.

Seeing both shows come together at once, the common theme in both started to come through. Andy Warhol said, “Pop Art is about liking things,” and both these shows are full of the kind of upbeat art I like to create, celebrating what I like — whether that’s old Mad magazine or Jack Kerouac. (One is at the Art Bar, the other’s at Lolita. If you check out the photos on the post, you can get a clue which is which.)

Don’t forget: Art Bar opening is this Wednesday, 6-9 p.m. It’s free so it’s the perfect excuse to round up your friends for a trip to the West Village. http://nymag.com/listings/bar/art_bar/

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Who the hell is Zac Posen?

I guess I should know these things, these New Yorky things, like who Mr. Posen is, but until last Friday I didn’t. If I were to guess I’d have said he was from High School Musical, or a hippy musician. Lots of hippies are named Zac (or Zack or Zach… and Tobias, for some reason), you know. TONS of ’em.

On Friday we attended a fundraiser of sorts for Lincoln Center, though I had only a vague notion of the whole thing, my head (and arms) immersed in painting (and paint) the past few weeks. Colleen seemed to know what was going on so I just grinned and nodded, like when we got our mortgage. The party was down the street from our apartment, at the Time Warner Center, and only after we got there did I grasp the – how you say? – fabulosity of the event.

Red carpet, Olympic medalists, photographers, flashes, Uma, Zac, some dude who looked just like Jake Gyllenhall but who probably wasn’t, but you know, close enough…. Veuve Clicquot a-flowin, fancy vodka drinks being passed out like Halloween candy, etc.

From the mezzanine of the Allen Room, I looked over the crowd, through the three-story windows and out at the lights of Columbus Circle and Central Park South, and I had one of those Gatsby moments, where the legend of New York is there in front of you. That movie-set idea of New York, at night, shining and bright with all the windows of the buildings lit up over the river of taxis and tail lights. The myth is in front of your face, alive and vibrant and noisy and you think about F. Scott Fitzgerald and wonder how he felt 80-some years ago when he was drenched by this glittery version of New York City. This idealized self that it lays on you on those perfect autumn nights.

Mythic New York Gatsby Moment. With boozers.

Mythic New York Gatsby Moment. With boozers.

Right. So Zac Posen is a designer.

Zac Posen in a... a CAPE, I think.

Zac Posen in a... a CAPE, I think.

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