Word: warholism
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...forget." The score ranges from Brecht-Weill for the age of irony (Ich Bin Kunst), to disco with a touch of wit (?Tell me what you feel / I'll show you what to do / We don?t do sincere / Everything taboo"), to a haunting lament for the passing of Warhol?s 15 minutes (You?re Out of Fashion), along with a batch of soulful and melodic ballads. At times, the show has the over-the-top rock emotionalism of the 1980s musical Chess - another great score scuttled by a problematic book. Ten years from now, I can see a cult...
...since birth. Yet in photographs they never fail to appear devastatingly stylish, like a bunch of Bowery James Bonds. This poseurship is just one of the reasons it takes immense critical discipline not to hate them. The Strokes' effortlessness is pure fiction; not since the Velvet Underground met Andy Warhol has a band so effectively been art directed to achieve the look of not having been art directed. But when you hear the Strokes, that cultivated cool disperses with every passing guitar chord, and suddenly, just by listening, you're cool too. That's how good their melodies...
...since birth. Yet in photographs they never fail to appear devastatingly stylish, like a bunch of Bowery James Bonds. This poseurship is just one of the reasons it takes immense critical discipline not to hate them. The Strokes' effortlessness is pure fiction; not since the Velvet Underground met Andy Warhol has a band so effectively been art-directed to achieve the look of not having been art-directed. But when you actually hear the Strokes, that cultivated cool disperses with each passing guitar chord, and suddenly, just by listening, you're cool, too. That's how good their melodies...
...1960s, Bontecou was a well-established name. Not a household word like Warhol but an artist who exhibited constantly in the U.S. and Europe. In the stable of dealer Leo Castelli, the ultimate launching pad for up-to-the-minute talent, she was also the only woman. LIFE, Cosmopolitan and Vogue put her in their pages, where they tended to treat her as the mouse that roared...
...before moving to Montreal, is, like the man, somewhere in the surrealist realm of wretched excess, offering more than 700 drawings, photographs, collages, film clips, set and costume designs, letters, manuscripts and bits of memorabilia. There are portraits of Cocteau by Jacques-Emile Blanche, Man Ray, Picasso and Andy Warhol, and portraits by Cocteau of Modigliani, Picasso and Kisling, each done in the sitter's own style. It's all in dire need of editing, but remains surprisingly good entertainment, which is appropriate for a man who had more than one talent to amuse...