Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Bars Where Warhol Made Merry: New York’s Coolest Art Hangouts

Dance floor at Pravda on Crosby St in SoHo, New York, New York, November 8, 1979. The first event was a party for Wet Magazine and a Fiorucci fashion show. It stayed open one night, due to improper permits and neighbor's complaints. (Photo by Allan Tannenbaum/Getty Images)
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01.02.1612:00 AM ET

The Bars Where Warhol Made Merry: New York’s Coolest Art Hangouts

The art world socialized in its own discreet hotspots, until the McNally brothers opened Odeon—and suddenly the worlds of celebrity and overt wealth joined in too.
In the mid 1970s when I moved to Manhattan the Upper East Side was still very much the art district. And Les Pleiades, a French restaurant on East 76th, notorious for the execrable paintings on its walls, was where the art world in which Leo Castelli and Ileana Sonnabend were totemic presences on daily display.
That was where European dealers would be likely to show their faces soon after they got in from JFK and for more casual cruising there was the Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle or Three Guys, just across Madison, a diner that Warhol used often enough and liked well enough to put into his diary. It was an old school art world, deceptively genteel, steely fingers in soft gloves.
Then the earth moved. SoHo.

You will have noted that only dealers seem to have occupied that particular haute art continuum, not artists, the inevitable Andy aside.
With the rise of SoHo, though, a melt began, as the art world we know today was being born, and the most public birthing took place in hangouts.
Fanelli’s at 94 Prince was one of the first and deservedly so. Records show that a saloon had been on the spot in 1863. It became Fanelli’s in 1922 and its well-worn ambiance, which includes a wall of vintage boxing photos, commended it to the crowd who took over as the art boom took hold.
Other art-inflected eateries were budding, like One Fifth and Raoul’s.
Below SoHo in the raw, freshly named district, TriBeCa, were El Teddy’s, Magoo’s and Puffy’s Tavern on Harrison and Hudson.
Then in 1980 Keith and Brian McNally opened Odeon on West Broadway, along with Keith’s wife, Lynn ...



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How the Illuminati Stole the Mind, Soul, and Body of Hip-Hop

How the Illuminati Stole the Mind, Soul, and Body of Hip-Hop

The true story of how an 18th-century secret society came to dominate today’s music industry (allegedly).
Have you noticed how a lot of musicians have been covering one eye when posing for photos? Or making some kind of triangle with their hands? Or both? And what’s up with all the occult imagery in videos for Jay Z’s “On to the Next One” and Kanye’s “Power”? Is it just because it looks cool and mysterious?
The conspiracy-minded say there’s something more sinister to it. This is evidence, they say, of a vast, nefarious secret society—the Illuminati—and its plan to institute a New World Order.
Like all of the best conspiracy theories, this one begins with an acorn of truth and ends up in a forest of speculation.
There really was a secret society called the Illuminati, and it really did aspire to transform society by surreptitiously placing its members in positions of influence. The group was formed in 1776 by a young Bavarian professor named Adam Weishaupt. Historian John Roberts described Weishaupt as equal parts lofty idealist and petty narcissist. On one hand, Weishaupt really did want to bring about a less religious, more egalitarian...


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Dealers Sell for Money, Hold for Wealth


Fischer Bischofberger candle work
Urs Fischer candle work of Bruno Bischofberger and his wife
Kenny Schachter makes a trenchant point about art dealers of the old school in his Artnet column today. “Dealers make money selling art but make wealth hanging onto it,”1 the collector/dealer/observer says as summation to this point about Bruno Bischofberger:
If possible, even more astounding than Bruno’s dealing activities is the legendary breadth and encyclopedic depth of his acquired-by-any-means art and design collections. From Engadine furniture, Swiss folk art, historic glass and ceramic works to modernist chairs and works from the 1980s, Bischofberger has experienced life through his relentless acquisitiveness that has never ceased to stagger and stimulate me (and countless others). Having closed his St. Moritz and Zurich spaces, he’s opening a series of buildings in stages (designed by his daughter Nina Baier-Bischofberger and her husband Florian) to house his vast treasures, a fully fleshed memoir in objects.
Kenny Schachter on St. Moritz and Vito Schnabel  (artnet news)

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