Artland's brim has been overflowing the last couple of weeks and my little Arttart followers, as you would expect, I was there delving into pv's a plenty, just for you.
The imminently cursed Hayward seemed to have played a voodoo trump card with their latest exhib. Ethnicity being order of the day in money-pulling galleries, Africa Remix is a breath of fresh air. The big ole H has been transformed into a gallery as opposed to a display cabinet for a change. Make a bee-line for El Anatsui and Samuel Fosso.
As you might expect, I was lucky enough to get a cheeky ticket to see one of the recent Pina Bausch creations at Sadlers Wells. The sell out show did exactly what it didn't say on the bottle and the carnation-filled stage made for an interesting back drop to the quietly disturbing, political performance.
The newly acquired The Old Blue Last by Vice Mag held Bloc Party's album launch shenanigans. Compared to the old drab, dingy dive, the made over neon-clad bar played host to a plethora of musos. Carl from The Libertines was spotted trying to be impressive, flocked by a gaggle of adoring female fans buying cheap champers. One has a bad drug habit, the other just has bad taste!
Fortescue Avenue, a space to watch out for, is Jonathan Viner's new venture. The opening party was a ‘must be at' event. The premiere screening of Emily Wardill's ‘The Feast Against Nature' played downstairs and after some backyard bonfire bin action, there was the delights of The Rebels and the eye-opening, beer-can-crushing charms of Selfish **** to rock your world.
The mobbed Tomoko Takahashi installation at Serpentine pulled in the art crew. The bar marquee couldn't shelter us from the rain as a one-in one-out queuing policy was in force. Getting there early served in my favour, as the rabble zigzagged through the lost and found remnants of others' lives in the biggest snakes and ladders game I have ever seen.
It surely shouldn't be possible that Arttart could do any more. But armed with an Arttarthottie, we graced the Great Eastern Hotel with our presence last week at the opening of Suite, an Artjar conception, which overtook various floors creating sound scapes a plenty. We were then subjected to the disc joys of Fran Gavin, Franko B and the delightful Max Wigram. I mean what is a girl to do!
Now this week, you are going to have to go it alone in the wilderness of artland as I am off over the waters to Roma for some classical appreciation and hot art spotting. I am going to be missing some fine affairs, to name a few: Alistar Mackie and Alison Moffet at MW Projects; Graham Hudson at VTO; Marc Quinn at White Cube; Brian Alfred at H of V Bruton space…oh the list could go on.
So with tales of fountain antics to come, Arttart saying ‘Ciao' to my intrepid Arttartlets.
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