Chinatown galleries had their opening receptions last night. The crowd seemed a lot lighter than usual. Los Angeles opening crowds are difficult to gage and even tougher to keep the attention of. It was hard to tell whether because there are more galleries in Chinatown now than a year ago, if there were the same amount of people milling about but more of them in the actual gallery spaces, or if there were just less people. Los Angeles is a notorious been-there-done-that sort of town. If the bloom is off the Chinatown rose, where will the next L.A. trendy bud blossom?
The art was godawful. Even the snootiest snoots pulled out of pretense gear and admitted as such. The lowlight of the evening was seeing Lord Mori Gallery’s title sheet for a group show and noticing that they spelled Dani Tull incorrectly. What slacker fuckups. There were over-the-top bad paintings at Black Dragon Society. Big assed bottomless caricature girls, really thrift-store quality stuff. Everything else was so lame and resigned to ephemera that it really was just a shitty, pretentious attempt at smugness.
The charming Chung King Road was still a great place to socialize. I got handed about a dozen postcard announcements for stuff coming up.
There was a happening sort of thing at Downtown’s The Smell which was much hipper than Chinatown. there was an installation of lamps made out of plastic spoons by Leslie Jay Griffith which was outstanding. The Smell is pretty cool, they have this table that is like the front desk and I walk up and ask “How much is a spoon lamp?” and the kid at the desk goes “I dunno … fuck … uh … How much you want to pay for it? Really, I don’t know anything about selling.” It was funny because most galleries are actually like that but would never admit it. they would just go, “Well, the collectors who are buying those are comfortable to go beyond post-structuralist decor blah blah fuckin’ blah .. .. ..”
I went out to sushi and realized that since my car is working, I am going to go to Las Vegas. Adios muchachos.