“Art’s market value, like that of fashion, is derived from name more than any material properties. The Chinese factory workers sewing Chanel handbags can make the same bags, after hours, but they’ll be low-rent knockoffs without the interlocking “C”s. The same goes for an assistant who painted, without the master’s imprimatur, Damien Hirst’s dots. The Brand does transubstantiation. It turns crackers into the flesh of Christ.”—Molly Crabapple in Banksy Takes the Art World’s Money, but He Won’t Buy Its Line
“Then there are all the fussy collages of cut-up porn, furniture catalogues, ads, Internet screen-grabs, modernist architecture, urban wastelands, endangered species, sixties protests, or (of course) art-historical jpegs. We also see small-scale, colored, neatly framed, or cut-up photographs about photography. All of this Neo-Mannerism is an art of infinite regress. Defensive. Predictable. Safe. Well-defended. Loved by brainy magazines, websites, and curators but so far up its own ass that it can’t breathe.”—Jerry Saltz, Art’s Insidious New Cliche: Neo-Mannerism” (via photographsonthebrain)
"Sometimes you just want to grab hold of those buildings, throw yourself at the sidewalk and ugh, ugh, ohhh."
Do you live in New York City?
Do you have a love/hate relationship with the city?
Do you feel the city is the most important relationship in your life?
Do you feel fucked by New York?
Would you like to fuck New York?
Join my FUCKING NEW YORK project — if you have an exhibitionist streak, and want to show exactly how you’d fuck this fair city of ours (or just how hard you like getting fucked by it), you’re more than welcome. All ages, sexes, sizes, races welcome — we’re all New Yorkers, so this is an equal opportunity to fuck and/or get fucked by New York.
Sometimes you just want to grab hold of those buildings, throw yourself at the sidewalk and ugh, ugh, ohhh. Amirite Steve Levitch?
Photographer Nikola Tamindzic’s newest project Fucking New York is about fucking New York, that powerful appreciation for whatever it is that makes you tolerate this city’s many flaws and fuck-ups, that love manifesting itself physically as a series of poised sexual abstractions.
It helps that Nikola’s photos are always beautiful. He makes pressing your breasts at a window look eloquent, enchanting.
The project is in progress and is hyper-inclusive, which is where you come in — women, men, genderqueers, everybody. If you’d like to participate, contact the photographer. Or you could buy some prints while you think it over.
“New Yorkers often express their frustration at the city’s obstacles with a resounding “fucking New York!” and Tamindzic’s art takes this angst-ridden phrase for a literal spin, showing the sexual relationship between our fair city and women.”