Here is a compilation from Columbian TV of stupid answers by beauty pageant contestants in that country, don't miss the bit at the end where the contestant appears to promote gay relationships:
And here, a Miss Venezuela contestant seems to articulate a meta-commentary on the sexist criteria for the pageant which require beauty while using the question and answer as an index of their alleged interest in the women's intellects:
Or maybe she's just stupid.
This genre of beauty queen hot messes can entertain you for hours on You Tube:
But this video featuring a Miss USA contestant is the BEST:
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Best Blog Post About the so-called Art World. Ever. HYPERALLERGIC Blog's 20 Most Powerful People List
Since I am currently teaching a seminar about global biennials and today's class was about the global curator and contemporary artists, I assigned a couple of amusing articles about the status of the curator as creator and quasi artist to the detriment of the power of the artist as creator. Fittingly, there was an article "On the Tip of Creative Tongues," in the New York Times about the explosion in the use of the word curator or verb curate to describe things as disparate as the selection of a menu or the hiring of a series of bands at a bar. (see it here http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/04/fashion/04curate.html)
It seemed to me (and to Paco Barragan) that relational aesthetics has a corollary in the curating scene which is relational curating. The curator as artist setting up an ephemeral utopian space of sociability - ie. Enwezor's Platforms at Documenta 11. To me this seems a bit like over-compensation for the fact that in actuality mostly it's the same elite groups of "nomads" to use that term beloved of starcurators that do the Grand Tour of biennials.
Needless to say, we have read quite a bit by the very smart starcurator Ho Hanru, ubiquitous biennial curator (bizarrely not on the Top One Hundred Most Powerful People in the Art World List -see below) which leads me to another genre of curatorial artistry that has proliferated -namely the curatorial manifesto -there are edited volumes featuring short essays by starcurators being published seemingly every millisecond. These discuss their curatorial philosophy defined most often in political terms - such as claims that their siting of a biennial or other exhibition in Location A will mark an intervention in the homogenizing inexorable expansion of global capitalist culture (rather than being in fact a part of it), an act of resistance, etc. etc. Terms like global, nomad, transnational, migration, etc. are tossed like a manic ping-pong ball across these pages. Again, if before it was the avant-garde artists that issued collective manifestos, now it's the curators.
Then just as fortuitously, the annual Oscars of the art world, Art Review's list of 100 Most Powerful, was announced. This is better than being selected to represent your country at the Venice Biennial, which is like winning Miss Universe, or being hired as a curator by MoMA, which is like winning The Apprentice. (if you are a curatorial assistant however, it is more like Celebrity Rehab with Doctor Drew) But I digress. The fascinating thing about the most powerful is not that they were majority male, majority white but that they were majority curators or museum directors. (there were however some gallerists and a handful of critics, but no art history professors, alas) This list is like the Forbes 500 for business people (and let's face it that list is key to us too since the zillionaires own the art) except that no one save a small number of people knows who these luminaries are!
Here is the List:
And here is an article analyzing the composition of those on the list.
To make matters even better, I learned about the most fabulous blog called Hyperallergic that posted this BRILLIANT and hilarious alternative list:
And here is Hyperallergic's post:
"We present “The Top 20 Most Powerless People in the Art World!”
We haven't seen him for a while, which begs the question, "Did the recession kill the bunny?"
1 – Everyone entirely unknown to Hans Ulrich Obrist – If the kingmaker isn’t on your cell phone, well, at least your mother is.
2 – The guy in the bunny outfit who year after year protested in front of Gagosian’s 25th Street gallery — hey buddy, how’s the career?
3 – Independent curators without trust funds – There’s a saying, “No trust, no love.”
4 – Artists who can’t speak English, French, German, or Spanish. While the world is filled with approximately 6,800 languages, artwork must adhere to the linguistic realities of economics.
5 – That man at all the openings who might be homeless. Wine at gallery openings may be the art world’s only form of social service to people outside their realm, but hey, it’s something.
6 – Beleaguered Administrative Assistants at MoMA – This is a group that knows what it’s like to be underpaid, under-appreciated and powerless — the trifecta!
7 – Assistant Curators living off $27,000 salaries, with $80,000 in grad school debt from a fancy curatorial studies program. (When students enter MBA programs, professors often talk about the negative investment they make in their futures as they spend money to eventually make six or seven figures upon graduation. In curatorial programs, discussions of economics that don’t reference Marx or Negri are just gauche.)
One city just ain't cool.
8 – Anyone living in only one place, as opposed to “between Berlin and Beijing,” or “based in London, Amsterdam, Sao Paolo, and Los Angeles.” Where have you been, mono-urbanity is so 20th century. How do you expect to address globalism by staying put? You probably feel even more like a failure if you were born and grew up in the same city that you currently live in. If that’s the case, you should just fake an accent.
9 – All Chelsea gallery interns, working for no pay but needing to buy the latest dominatrix heels for the upcoming opening. (On the plus side, poverty breeds rake-like thinness which in turn ensures job security. As the late great Mary Boone used to say, “Eat a donut and get a pink slip.” Oh wait, she isn’t dead. Nevermind.)
10 – Chinese pop-realist painters (Mao, McDonalds—we get it.)
11 – Macrame Club of Minsk, Belarus – Established in 1974, Minsk’s once burgeoning club of hard-core macrame artists has dwindled to only two members, both named Ivan. The group achieved world renown when they macramed their club house and then shellacked it as a tribute to the durability of the art form and the greatness of Vladimir Lenin. Unfortunately, the group never counted on the severity of Russian winters, which have caused the structure to leak and eventually be condemned by the city. The two Ivans currently gather at a local tea house for monthly meetings to discuss the gossip-plagued world of macrame.
"For the Love of the Art God"
12 – The faceless miners in Sierra Leone who procured the 8,601 diamonds for Damien Hirst’s sparkling skull – they may fear for their lives every day as they work in hazardous work conditions and subsist on less than 1 % of the value of a pencil in a Hirst installation, but they sleep well at night knowing that a silly sculpture that represents the pinnacle of the latest gilded age exists.
13 – The anonymous frog that Martin Kippenberger crucified – Remember high school biology class? Well, so did Kippenberger. The frog’s family has contacted PETA and they are still pondering if legal action is the best way to resolve the contentious issue.
14 – Darren Johnson, security guard at the Main Street Art Museum, Mobile, Alabama – When he’s not protecting the posters in the gift shop from shoplifters, Mr. Johnson is attempting to stop visitors from trying on the museum’s rare collection of pre-Civil War slave shackles.
15 – Prison inmates – Considering they are all doing the exact same performance that Tehching Hsieh did in his SoHo cell, and then some, the fact that they didn’t get a MoMA show for it just highlights their failure.
16 -Jesus Christ, because he’s just too old to show at the New Museum.
17 – Candida Home, blind art blogger. While unphased by a ban on photography in many major galleries and museums, Candida disastrously tried to cover the Lakeland Ceramic Fair in Derbyshire, England and caused over £80,000 in damage because of her proclivity to touch the art. She has since been banned from most major art fairs and institutions and is only writing about public art.
See you at Reena Spaulings?
18 – Anyone who shows up to a Lower East Side gallery opening non-ironically wearing a button-down shirt and ironed khakis, or eyeglass frames that aren’t from 1983 and gigantic. Pariah!
19 – Rosalind Krauss – we included her on this list because we couldn’t remember who she was and we were too lazy to Google her.
20 – Art critic for the wacky right-wing World Net Daily who floated the idea of McCain inspired art as a weapon against the deluge of Obamart."
We haven't seen him for a while, which begs the question, "Did the recession kill the bunny?"
1 – Everyone entirely unknown to Hans Ulrich Obrist – If the kingmaker isn’t on your cell phone, well, at least your mother is.
2 – The guy in the bunny outfit who year after year protested in front of Gagosian’s 25th Street gallery — hey buddy, how’s the career?
3 – Independent curators without trust funds – There’s a saying, “No trust, no love.”
4 – Artists who can’t speak English, French, German, or Spanish. While the world is filled with approximately 6,800 languages, artwork must adhere to the linguistic realities of economics.
5 – That man at all the openings who might be homeless. Wine at gallery openings may be the art world’s only form of social service to people outside their realm, but hey, it’s something.
6 – Beleaguered Administrative Assistants at MoMA – This is a group that knows what it’s like to be underpaid, under-appreciated and powerless — the trifecta!
7 – Assistant Curators living off $27,000 salaries, with $80,000 in grad school debt from a fancy curatorial studies program. (When students enter MBA programs, professors often talk about the negative investment they make in their futures as they spend money to eventually make six or seven figures upon graduation. In curatorial programs, discussions of economics that don’t reference Marx or Negri are just gauche.)
One city just ain't cool.
8 – Anyone living in only one place, as opposed to “between Berlin and Beijing,” or “based in London, Amsterdam, Sao Paolo, and Los Angeles.” Where have you been, mono-urbanity is so 20th century. How do you expect to address globalism by staying put? You probably feel even more like a failure if you were born and grew up in the same city that you currently live in. If that’s the case, you should just fake an accent.
9 – All Chelsea gallery interns, working for no pay but needing to buy the latest dominatrix heels for the upcoming opening. (On the plus side, poverty breeds rake-like thinness which in turn ensures job security. As the late great Mary Boone used to say, “Eat a donut and get a pink slip.” Oh wait, she isn’t dead. Nevermind.)
10 – Chinese pop-realist painters (Mao, McDonalds—we get it.)
11 – Macrame Club of Minsk, Belarus – Established in 1974, Minsk’s once burgeoning club of hard-core macrame artists has dwindled to only two members, both named Ivan. The group achieved world renown when they macramed their club house and then shellacked it as a tribute to the durability of the art form and the greatness of Vladimir Lenin. Unfortunately, the group never counted on the severity of Russian winters, which have caused the structure to leak and eventually be condemned by the city. The two Ivans currently gather at a local tea house for monthly meetings to discuss the gossip-plagued world of macrame.
"For the Love of the Art God"
12 – The faceless miners in Sierra Leone who procured the 8,601 diamonds for Damien Hirst’s sparkling skull – they may fear for their lives every day as they work in hazardous work conditions and subsist on less than 1 % of the value of a pencil in a Hirst installation, but they sleep well at night knowing that a silly sculpture that represents the pinnacle of the latest gilded age exists.
13 – The anonymous frog that Martin Kippenberger crucified – Remember high school biology class? Well, so did Kippenberger. The frog’s family has contacted PETA and they are still pondering if legal action is the best way to resolve the contentious issue.
14 – Darren Johnson, security guard at the Main Street Art Museum, Mobile, Alabama – When he’s not protecting the posters in the gift shop from shoplifters, Mr. Johnson is attempting to stop visitors from trying on the museum’s rare collection of pre-Civil War slave shackles.
15 – Prison inmates – Considering they are all doing the exact same performance that Tehching Hsieh did in his SoHo cell, and then some, the fact that they didn’t get a MoMA show for it just highlights their failure.
16 -Jesus Christ, because he’s just too old to show at the New Museum.
17 – Candida Home, blind art blogger. While unphased by a ban on photography in many major galleries and museums, Candida disastrously tried to cover the Lakeland Ceramic Fair in Derbyshire, England and caused over £80,000 in damage because of her proclivity to touch the art. She has since been banned from most major art fairs and institutions and is only writing about public art.
See you at Reena Spaulings?
18 – Anyone who shows up to a Lower East Side gallery opening non-ironically wearing a button-down shirt and ironed khakis, or eyeglass frames that aren’t from 1983 and gigantic. Pariah!
19 – Rosalind Krauss – we included her on this list because we couldn’t remember who she was and we were too lazy to Google her.
20 – Art critic for the wacky right-wing World Net Daily who floated the idea of McCain inspired art as a weapon against the deluge of Obamart."
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