Like a man with a moustache atop a placated horse, the Cuban-born gallerist Javier Peres presides over a dark, brooding clan of artists – young emotive punks such as Terence Koh, Kaye Donachie and Amie Dicke – who have garnered substantial interest, particularly in New York and Los Angeles, over the past five years. Mark Titchner, whom he represents in his LA gallery, Peres Projects, was nominated for the Turner Prize last year, and the prolific Koh has been gaining critical acclaim for his romantic homoerotic performances, sculptures and photographs. In 2005 Peres opened a second space in Berlin – which showed mostly US artists and a few German ones – and throughout this summer he ran a project space in Athens (it coincided with the 1st Athens Biennial, and closes this month). Peres, as he will point out, is more than a dealer, and collaborates with his artists in gleeful, campy celebrations of all things priapic – for instance, the journal Daddy or, with Koh, the Asian Song Society (aka, ASS), a project space in New York that opened in 2006 with the exhibition Future Cock. Though his artists are enjoying what might be a career peak, especially on the biennial circuit, perhaps the future will see something new from Peres.