As last week was Halloween I’ve decided the best thing to do is channel collector Peter Marino’s unique all-leather and spookiness style. So bang up there on my wishlist are a Saint Laurent buckle-detailed leather mini skirt and the eerie Jake and Dinos Chapman lithograph that are on the printing presses at Edition Copenhagen right now and should be ready by the time the Brothers’ show that opens at David Risley Gallery on 7 November. The Bros have also got a show on at Jerwood Gallery down in Hastings, home to the splendidly named concrete supplier William the Concreter. Make mine 6 cubic metres of ready-mixed!
What with the Chapmans’ bonanza, Sarah Lucas’s performance at the David Roberts Art Foundation, London during Frieze, Tracey Emin’s showat White Cube, Bermondsey and Chris Ofili’s survey exhibition at the New Museum, New York, there’s definitely a ghoulish return of Young British Art going on. The title of Emin’s embroidered cotton work, It Wouldn’t Go, 2009 sums up this lot’s lingering presence – so I’ll think about snapping that up from Artspace for £16,000.
there’s definitely a ghoulish return of Young British Art going on
These old bed-blockers really need to move on. The future has arrived in the shape of Korakrit Arunanondchai with his baffling blend of Philippines cultural tropes, Yves Klein tomfoolery and painting techniques picked up from an iPad. Do I understand those performances or films? Hell, no! But I’m going to get myself a pair of RMC Martin Ksohoh mens blue embroidered tsunami wave denim shorts , some vapes and do that swaying Thai denim gang thing that Korakrit is all about. If you missed his ICA off-site performance during Frieze at then Arunanondchai’s show at Carlos/Ishikawa, London goes on until 15th November.
This whole co-operative, collaborative, real world vibe that Arunanondchai might or might not be about is very now. Over the pond, there’s lots of it in the Crossing Brooklyn show at the Brooklyn Museum. Heather Hart’s Bartertown does what it says on the tin, with the invitation for strangers to trade anything aside from good hard cash. I’m particularly keen to hunt out the palm reader to work out if I have any future in the art world.
Finally with the world’s most civilised art fair, Artissima around the corner I want to mark my yearly pilgrimage to Consorzio in Turin, where the owner’s father is an energetic truffle hunter. A main course of the quinto quarto, a selection of offal that takes two days to prepare, is perfect preparation for ruminating on Present Future, the most wonderfully opaque name for any section of any art fair. I’m particularly looking forward to seeing Harry Sanderson’s shadow piece at Arcadia Missa’s booth after a bit of baked brain in tinfoil. As they say in Italy, Non capisco baby!
Online exclusive published 5 November 2014
