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Dash Snow Too High Or Something To Work

Choire — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 10:40:48 EST

Last night in West Chelsea, at a gallery opening full of Pabst Blue Ribbon and those that enjoy it, collector and show curator Simon Cerigo found that one of his artists had gone missing, according to an attendee. Young Dash Snow, the semen-painter, New York mag art star and (inadvertent?) conceptual prankster of the downtown scene, never actually sent in any "art" for the show. Instead, someone from the gallery—Dinter Fine Art—hung up some doodled-on Village Voices that said "Dash Snow Peace." (On the price list, it was credited to Cerigo.) Jeez, Dash—even psych-folkie Devendra Banhart managed to get his work in on time for the show. And he doesn't even work in bodily fluids. Yet.

Our Dash Snow Obsession
Dinter Fine Art [Dinter]

'New York' Art Critic Clarifies Britney Spears' Intent

Emily Gould — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 10:40:13 EST

Well, you know we'd been lying awake at night wondering what Britney's public combustion meant—not just in terms of her status as a simulacrum of our culture, but in terms of the symbolic values she herself is assigning to her subversive actions. Umm, yes, that's what we were thinking. Today, thank heavens, New York magazine's art critic, Mark Stevens, has explained it all.

He wasn't always an expert on Britney, though. "All I knew was that she sang music for 12-year-olds, was nicknamed 'Pop Tart,' and lived in Paris at the Hilton, or something like that." But Stevens is a quick study!

[Spears] seemed to be trying, with befuddled brilliance, to tell the truth. She recoiled from celebrity culture by mortifying her own flesh. She stripped herself, publicly, of her sexuality. She presented herself as a grotesque. Few gestures are as symbolically rich as the shaving of a head. That's what monastics do when they reject the flesh to dedicate themselves to the spirit. In boot camp, soldiers lose their individuality with their hair. Delilah cut off Samson's to make him defenseless. The French, after the liberation, shaved the heads of collaborators.

That's it! Right. Or, as Us Weekly put it (via a quote attributed to a "Spears pal,") "The haircut was symbolic of a new beginning, but I don't know if she particularly likes the way it looks."

Britney Spears, Outsider Artist [NYMag]

"Dash Snow's Coke" On eBay New Frontier In Digital Art

Emily Gould — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 15:21:46 EST

Seriously, who wants to bid on Britney Spears' nasty hair? Bid on a quite probably imaginary bag of "downtown" artist/heir Dash Snow's coke instead! If that isn't enough enticement, let's look at the pitch:

Hi my name is brianelectro. My boys and I broke into dash snow's apartment and stole all his coke. Don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to own dash snow's coke. And it's a lot of fucking coke!! think of the fun, think of the glamour!! With dash snow's coke you can be a pretentious rich faggot poseur who masquerades as a poor, wild hipster artist!! Be the envy of all your friends
WILLIAMSBURG!!

We think that perhaps the man most famous for his 'cumming on Post headlines' work has been out-arted.

Dash Snow's Coke [Ebay]
Earlier: Warhol's Children Bite Back

Departing 'Whitewall Magazine' E in C Begs, 'Don't Drop the Baby!'

Emily Gould — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 10:20:00 EST

We'd never heard of Whitewall either — turns out it's about "the personalities that shape the art world," and not, you know, tires — but we're always interested in any departing editor in chief's loopy resignation letter. And this one is a doozy.

Dear Sir/Madam,
I believe a magazine has a soul when its editor-in-chief can freely
infuse his/her vision.
I had this freedom for a year. An incredibly successful year for
Whitewall magazine.
I have just been deprived of that freedom; of my rights to collaborate
with my favorite photographers, and the autonomy to choose my favorite
artists.
I have just lost my independence and with it my confidence in the
future of the magazine.

I hadenvisioned Whitewall as an exclusive publication thatprivileged
the aesthetics of the image, and the originality oflanguage. I
respected an ethical choice of subject; a sincere, intuitive, and
personal approach to art that gave space to singular and unprecedented
collaborations.
After 5 issues, Whitewall's publishers have decided to change these
rules. Not only they want to modify its concept, but they also choose to
impose on it their own taste.

I fear this unique publication I helped conceive years ago, and love so
deeply will lose its essence.
Its soul.

I am truly sorry I have to leave my baby in their neophyte hands.

Eve Therond

Boy, and who said the art world was full of loons?

Warhol's Children Bite Back: Dash Snow vs. Ariel Levy

Emily Gould — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 09:20:00 EST

Ariel Levy's New York mag profile of the three rich white kids who are single-handedly keeping "downtown" alive got a lot of people roiled up this week — not least its elusive, controversial main subject, Dash "the Pollock of Peen-juice" Snow. On the Irak blog, Levy was called out as a "wacked reporter." Then, as so often happens, things got much harsher in the comments, and Levy was raked across the coals in the standard retarded playground-bully ways. Seriously, if you've ever kind of suspected in the back of your mind that some hipster dudes were thisclose to being skinhead thugs, but found skateboarding just in time, your suspicions will be confirmed by the scattershot misogyny and antisemitism on display here. So edgy.

We hate to break it to you, guys, but we kind of suspect that out lesbian Levy is not really interested in having your "dick in her mouf." Also, doesn't your dick have some commissions that it needs to get to work on?

Groupie Reporter Gets Fartsy Downtown [Irak]

Earlier: We've Got So Much In Common With Dash Snow

We've Got So Much In Common With Dash Snow

Emily Gould — Wed, 10 Jan 2007 09:20:00 EST

On the pages in between the ads for $2 million studios in misshapen new downtown luxury condos in this week's New York Magazine, there are a couple of articles about how a few rich dudes in their twenties are taking drugs, sleeping in the same bed, making "art," and, you know, helping "downtown" retain its gritty cred. We're convinced! We especially liked the bit about how 25 year old art-richie scion Dash Snow (vaguely related to Uma Thurman, brother dates MK Olsen) goes about crafting his work:

[Ryan] McGinley was lying on the floor next to stacks of the New York Post and the Daily News with words and pictures cut out of them. "I've always been a big fan of the Post, and I remember in 1992, or whenever the fuck it was, Desert Storm, the Gulf War? Remember? I'd always read the Post, and there'd be really rad headlines about it," said Snow. "I was just down for it! I'm down with anyone, even if they're bad people, if they're just, like, anti-American, you know what I mean? This is a series I'm working on," he pointed at some collages on the wall with lots of pictures of Saddam Hussein, whose likeness is also tattooed on Snow's arm. "They're old headlines, and they all have come on them. Yeah, mine."

We mean, God, we can't believe he gets paid to just sit and jizz all over Post headlines all day . . . wait.

Chasing Dash Snow [NYMag]