Word: brac
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Alloway, credited with coining the term pop, picked the late Jackson Pollock, the late David Smith, Joseph Cornell, maker of bric-a-brac-packed boxes, Ernest Trova, who endlessly repeats images of falling men, and Roy Lichtenstein. His choice was promptly amended by his boss, Guggenheim Director Thomas Messer, who dropped Lichtenstein and Pollock and chose mostly sculpture. Displeased, the Smithsonian then turned the whole deal over to the Metropolitan Museum of Art's associate curator, Henry Geldzahler, 30. Last week Alloway resigned from the Guggenheim...
...juice: acid, topped with froth, filled with stray bits of pith, and innocent of dramatic structure. Though technically clumsy, the Kirkland House production of this laboriously didactic work has its moments of low humor and sardonic truth. Its faults, for the most part, stem from the Brechtian bric-a-brac with which director Peter Weil has burdened the show...
...SCENE TWO. Saturday afternoon in Chelsea. Up from the Sloane Square tube station swarm the guys and dollies, girls in miniskirts (three to six inches above the knee) or bell-bottom trousers. The morning has been spent "raking" among the Edwardian bric-a-brac, dusty candelabra and other antiques in the stalls on Portobello Road. Now, as if by a common instinct, the whole flock homes in on King's Road, site of such bird boutiques as Bazaar, and Granny Takes a Trip, as well as Hung On You, the "kinkiest" (wildest) men's shop, which features...
...surface appeal of a ten-week-dead rabbit. Kienholz is the man who immortalized (and cannibalized) an entire Los Angeles bar to make The Beanery (TIME, Dec. 17). His grotesque assemblages are covered with epoxy and fiber glass. They bristle with real bones, felt-covered bric-a-brac, and unglamorized junk. "All the little tragedies are evident in junk," he says, and he has made the junk heap his souvenir album...
...editor of Vanity Fair looked up from his desk. And up. And up. Looming above him was a young man who stood six-foot-seven and was wearing kilts. He said he wanted a job, and Editor Frank Crowninshield, delighted to have such a piece of bric-a-brac on the premises, stowed him in an office occupied by two other odd objects-Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley...