The grand opening of this converted disco is the biggest thing to hit West Chelsea since Hurricane Sandy.
Whatever "outsider" means.
What makes this show so ravishing is, improbably, that it’s arranged like an art-history-class slideshow time line.
In his first year as the museum's artist-in-residence, he offers up watery music and weak ideas.
For the past two decades, he's been the most powerful gallerist in the world by a wide margin. Now he’s facing two bruising lawsuits.
The artist invited 37 first-graders from the South Bronx to draw on the walls of Lehmann Maupin.
She described it as "amazing." So much for her art-history background.
Takes you back, doesn't it?
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Insiders will go gaga here. But I wonder whether larger audiences will grasp the way this kind of art thrust itself to the fore in the West.
Robin and Batgirl, sitting in a tree ...
Is air-drumming lame? Not when Alexis Fraser does it.
It's books! It's art! It's meta!
Everything seemed a little lower key in the event's eleventh year.
Beads, not beards!
Giving new meaning to "loud art."
And, yes, there is "a whale's vagina."
Clint Eastwood pioneered a new genre of performance art, the Met examined the dawn of Egyptian art, and more.
Yes, but it unintentionally reveals something about the artist.