Franco Rossi’s restored Smog plays like a Nouvelle Vague travelogue, with protagonists seemingly lost in an urban landscape that amplifies their inner malaise. That backdrop is Los Angeles and the long-lost 1962 film (now finally available in a pristine 4K restoration...
The late-morning crowd lining up under the sports-car replicas on the wall of the old Paley Center was in a buzzy mood. Patiently waiting to gain access to the “Mr. Brainwash Museum” were an assortment of retirees, matrons and members of the spray-tanned classes—a...
We catch up with Nadezdha Tolokonnikova by phone while she’s in LA recording. “Pussy Riot is a movement and we have different creative initiatives,” she says. One of them involves the group getting more seriously into music leading to an album slated for sometime in...
Hidden in a quiet Mid-City tract is a Los Angeles art institution. Not that you’d know it if you didn’t slow down and really look for the five-lot compound on this quiet residential street. Otherwise you could easily miss the sign: “St. Elmo Village,” half hidden by...
They loom on the skyline and beckon us to our duty as citizen consumers. Tagging commercial billboards has the bravado of aerial street art and the defiance of subverting corporate indoctrination while reclaiming privatized urban space. Those scrawls are illegal,...
Laurie Anderson fairly disappeared in the gaping vastness of the darkened Park Avenue Armory. Standing, violin in hand, next to a Lincoln Memorial–sized plaster sculpture of an armchair, she told the story of Mohammed el Gharani.El Gharani—or rather his shimmering...
Pierced by the oblique rays of a setting sun pouring in from the yellowing skylights, the bowels of the abandoned Domino’s sugar refinery in Brooklyn appear like the nave of a rusted cathedral. For two months this spring that majestic industrial ruin was the setting...
Paolo Soleri’s eyes sparkled from under bushy eyebrows, deep-set in a grizzled face; they projected intelligence tinged with a spark of irony. When I met Soleri (who died in April) the first time, back in 2000, he could at times appear weary, like a man called upon to...
Last year’s James Franco–curated “Rebel” show at the Joel Cohen/MOCA space included a collaboration between Hollywood’s polymathic heartthrob and indie enfant terrible Harmony Korine, in the form of a video entitled CAPUT. The rooftop rumble between bare-naked gang...
For a man who had just won the grand prize at the Rome film festival last month, Larry Clark was in a cranky mood. As he took to the stage to receive the Best Film award for Marfa Girl, his acceptance speech veered into a rant: “I’ve been fucked by everybody in...
IT'S true of the digital times that libido drives technology, but according to my friend Sergio Messina, porn is not only the engine of the Internet but the bona fide locus of art. And he's on a mission to prove it: "At the very least it's the perfect metaphor for the...
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