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An art auction failure linked to every Gen Xer’s fantasy

The art market isn’t sure if it wants to recover yet. This month, Sotheby’s had a fantastic contemporary art sale, while the one at Christie’s just plain sucked. Among the paintings at the latter was “Brother Sausage,” by Jean-Michel Basquiat. It entered the Christie’s art auction with the highest presale estimate, but nobody was interested in buying it.

Life’s a bitch.

What’s interesting, though, is where this painting comes from. Word on the street is that Peter Brant, turned art collector by his soon-to-be ex-wife, is trying to move the piece. He and Stephanie Seymour are battling their way through a divorce, and “Brother Sausage,” with a presale estimate that approached $10 million, is bound to be one of the assets they fight over.

Why does this matter to the millions of Gen Xers who don’t give a fuck about art? Or, to those of us who like art but still don’t give a shit about the squabbles of the rich and famous?

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Blood flows at Condé Nast

graydon carterWhen the world around you is falling apart, there’s only one thing to do: find a new world.

While Condé Nast’s Vanity Fair was in the grip of severe layoffs, the editor decided not to be the bearer of bad news, taking a vacation instead. The NY Post didn’t say if he used Gadling to choose a destination, but we’re all hoping he did. The total discharged from Condé Nast is believed to be greater than 450 this year, and there are likely to be more to come among the contributing editors. The sizeable cut at Vanity Fair is largely the result of Carter’s decision to generally ignore the order to cut 5% of the crew late last year.

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End of the Week

Photo by Bryce Longton

Photo by Bryce Longton

Fridays always suck. It’s my big deadline day at day job, which was “enhanced” by the fact that I had to go to the annual holiday party tonight. I’m not really a party guy, so it was a bit of a drag. I got out early and headed back to my neighborhood. It’s good to be home.

So, now it’s time to fuck off for a bit. I’m sifting through two books right now — Generation Kill by Evan Wright and Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. The former is for the nightstand, the latter for the bathroom. It works.

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WTF, Vanity Fair?

How the fuck did both Larry Gagosian and Damien Hirst make the top 40 in Vanity Fair’s New Establishment rankings. While I’m excited to see two artists represented, did they have to pick the dealer client combo? Particularly at #31 and #38? It just seems like a bit much. Throw in Bacon-buyer Roman Abramovich at #8, and you have the entire Bacon supply chain.

Of course, Vanity Fair was not cool enough to show some love to the ultimate Baconian, Nelson Diaz. That’s a damned shame, because you can look at his work and see where Bacon was headed.


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Damien Hirst Insult: Thanks, Vanity Fair

Wikipedia

Source: Wikipedia

Vanity Fair ranks artist/asshole Damien Hirst 30th in The New Establishment 2008. That part blows. But, I was happy to see that the mag called him “today’s greatest inheritor of the mantle of Andy Warhol [emphasis added].” Andy Warhol sucked. Damien Hirst’s bullshit animals are a joke, so the connection makes sense.

Don’t get me wrong, I do like some of Hirst’s work. The statue outside the Lever House on Park Ave (since replaced) was fantastic, and his installation in the Lever House gallery, recalling Francis Bacon’s 1946, was nothing short of genius. But, Hirst doesn’t do enough of this any more.

And, he promotes himself via MySpace. How low rent is that?

ArtObserved

Source: ArtObserved

I’m just happy Vanity Fair compared him to Warhol and NOT Francis Bacon. Hirst no longer seems to carry Bacon’s torch. That honor belongs to Nelson Diaz.