Policeman’s baton is better than Olympic torch
Bad, bad Ai Wei Wei. Good, good boy. Paint coke labels on han vase and smash it. Work on the Olympics stadium and give it the finger. At the very least you make great copy. And you really sock it to the government.
I’m only seeing dark because of palpitations
Its 6 am and I have not managed to go to sleep yet. I am feeling satisfied staring at Kalpana Subramanian’s sleeping girls. I want the phone to ring too. If you are sleepless and dreamless spend this morning looking at the LotusEaters Collective‘s sketchbooks online. Uzma Mohsin, Anand Naorem and Sudeep Chaudhuri, three of...
Kara Thrace
Three seasons into Battlestar Galactica, I am still rivetted. Its is without doubt the best television show I have ever seen. What on earth were they thinking though in sending off my darling Starbuck into some deep, mystical outer space? Cigar-smoking, poker-playing, hard-drinking darling with that sexy, challenging grin, she defines the old-fashioned word ‘gallant’....
Things to do at the Sunday Book Market
NS Harsha, Cosmic Orphans 1. Get mildly drunk afterwards at Thugs so the summer haze is even hazier as you clutch your books on the way home. 2. Buy Ikea catalogues even if you have no interest in light Scandinavian furniture. Because apparently its a national pasttime and do you want to be left out....
Pilgrim’s progress
Luncheon Party, Raghu Rai At Rajnish Ashram, Raghu Rai Duststorm in Rajasthan, Raghu Rai Trying to not be gushy but sometimes I slip. THE PRIM rooms of the National Gallery of Modern Art in Delhi are being prepared for the biggest Raghu Rai retrospective ever (March 18-April 18). Each room is stacked with giant prints...
Click
Trekked to Okhla to the Vadehra Gallery to see Click, an exhibition of contemporary Indian photography curated by Sunil Gupta and Radhika Singh. Scooted around at a rapid pace without making eyecontact with anyone. Was out of there in half an hour but it was worth the trek. While some images were remarkably blah, there...
Last Sitting
Monroe’s last sitting, photos by Bert Stern. And horrendously horrendously recreated this year with Lindsay Lohan. This information comes via a new blog which I want to guard jealously for a while longer.
Takashi Murakami’s with his best-known work
Lonesome Cowboy Hiropon Should artists, even pathbreaking ones be allowed to talk? The pullout quote on Mr Murakami’s homepage says ” I express hopelessness.” Oh dear.
Vanishing Points at the NGMA
The exhibition of contemporary Japanese art is on till Monday at the NGMA. You should probably go. There is one frightening room with insane videos running simultaneously on all four walls. If you scoot in and out of that the rest is mostly fun. Mistuko Miwa who does oils that replicate large format photography is...
On the other hand
Jamil Baluch’s sculptures in front of Pakistan’s new National Art Gallery Waseem Ahmed’s Burqa Aisha Khalid’s Silence with Pattern
Vanessa Beecroft and why art is the coolest joke ever
Who’s going to point out that the empress has no clothes? Notice (do do check out the performances on her website) that nothing has changed in 13 years.
