Author: Julie Caniglia

  • ICY: Clear Views 02

    Last year MCP inaugurated this annual exhibition “exploring linked portfolios of work” by a few selected photographers. We’re not sure how that makes it different from a small group show—the four photographers in this year’s ICY show share an affinity for psychology—but it may have something to do with the presentation of the work, which is geared toward exploiting the nature of the medium. British-born Minneapolitan Barbara Cummard, for instance, has created a twenty-foot mural, while the Toronto-based Frank Rodick and Londoner EJ Major arrange their images into what Rodick calls “polyptychs” or grid patterns; and New York-based Bastienne Schmidt strews images from “ShadowHome,” her series on her native Germany, across two walls.

    Minnesota Center For Photography,165 13th Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-824-5500.

  • Revision, Reiteration, Recombination: Process and the Contemporary Print

    Printmaking has a history as a medium that renowned painters and sculptors turn to when they want to experiment; locally, our own Highpoint Center for Printmaking and the erstwhile Vermillion Editions have hosted artists from around the world as they explored etching, monotyping, and lithography. This show is curated by Leslie Wayne, a New York painter whose work is currently on exhibit at the Jack Shainman Gallery in New York; she brings together a motley assortment of noteworthy figures whose work in printmaking we’re excited to see, in particular Polly Apfelbaum, Louise Bourgeois, Nicola López (who just had a show locally at Franklin Art Works), Thomas Nozkowski, Martin Puryear, and James Siena. Fans of the medium will want to attend a roundtable discussion on opening night at 6 p.m., just before the reception.

    College of Visual Arts Gallery, 173 Western Ave., St. Paul; 651-290-9379.

  • With Liberty and Luxury for All

    Luxury is big business these days, and not just because the world of the rich is more prosperous and populous than ever. The rest of us are also becoming avid consumers of goods and services that were once exclusive to the super-wealthy. Obviously your definition of “luxury” depends on where you reside on the economic food chain—there’s a difference, for instance, between a Dior T-shirt purchased at an outlet and an invitation to a Dior couture show. For some folks luxury might be a pair of Godiva truffles, nestled in a tiny gold box and purchased on a whim at Southdale; for others, a $4,000-a-night, two-story hotel penthouse with a baby grand piano.

    Such lodgings are now available in downtown Minneapolis, at the brand-new Hotel Ivy, ballyhooed as the Twin Cities’ first five-star luxury hotel. The saga of the tiny Ivy Tower is by now familiar: Long vacant, the 1930 landmark was destined for a meeting with the wrecking ball, but saved at the last minute by savvy developers. They made the idiosyncratic, vaguely Moorish building the centerpiece of a complex that includes a 136-room hotel, a 17,000-square-foot spa and fitness center, and ninety-two condominiums, almost all of which, remarkably, have sold.

    Curious about what exactly it means to be the Cities’ first five-star luxury hotel (and what that coveted and somewhat mysterious designation signifies), I interviewed the Ivy’s general manager, Alister Glen, who graciously made time while in the midst of hiring staff and other harried preparations for the opening last month. The Ivy is part of Starwood Hotels and Resorts’s “Luxury Collection,” a franchise of fifty-some hotels and resorts around the world. (Starwood also owns the Westin, W, and Sheraton chains, among others.) Despite this pedigree, Glen made it clear that the Hotel Ivy would appeal “to all spectrums of the market”—that is, it would even welcome those who indulge in discount Dior and Godiva two-packs.

    “I don’t want people to feel like ‘We’re going to have to mortgage our house to even go in there,’ ” he said. “Is it luxurious? Yes. Does it have the kind of rooms and feel that we haven’t seen in Minneapolis? Yes. But are we setting it up to be a bunch of snooty people with attitude? No. No matter who walks through that door, they’ll be treated like they’re staying in the hotel. Maybe you won’t be able to stay in a hotel room, but you’ll definitely be able to have a drink in the bar or a cup of coffee in the lounge.”

    Glen’s open-arms approach gets at a tricky aspect of peddling “luxury” in the current market. You can’t be snooty and uptight—or perhaps, more to the point, you can’t afford to be. Thus the emergence of terms like “casual luxe” and “universally likable luxury”; the latter was used last year in a Wall Street Journal article about an ad campaign for Lincoln, the idea being to establish Ford’s high-end automobiles as an “approachable brand” distinct from “old world” luxury or “money-is-everything” luxury.

    Why be so adamantly democratic about luxury? One thing to consider is how much of the wealth among the upper-income elite is newly minted, and how many of its holders will eschew old standards of luxury—say, the Saint Paul Hotel—and defect to the Hotel Ivy.

    Another, perhaps more important factor to consider: the rest of us. Those who aren’t wealthy can ride along, to some degree, on the coattails of those who are. In “The Snob Within,” an article that appeared last year in the Boston Globe, Don Aucoin noted the original definition of “snob”: one who aspires to membership in a class above his own. In our growing fondness for five-dollar coffees, one-hundred-dollar facials, and thousand dollar “it” bags, he observed that middle-class people are taking cues from the rich instead of fomenting class war against them. As the income gap grows ever larger, it’s as if some of the middle class—or many, really—are looking to make the leap to the expanding yet still tiny ranks of the elite.

    However unlikely their chances of success in that endeavor, these strivers make for a huge market, and in an era of growth-at-all-costs global capitalism, why wouldn’t purveyors of luxury seek to exploit them? Hotels, for instance, generate considerable revenue outside of renting rooms; to maximize profits the Hotel Ivy needs to welcome locals for coffee, cocktails, or a spare-no-expense dinner. Its spa needs loyal customers, as do its meeting and banquet facilities—especially as it’s moving into an increasingly crowded “new luxury” market that includes the Graves 601 and the Chambers, and later this year, the W Minneapolis at the Foshay.

    As luxury-for-all goes, high-end hotels are distinct from goods like couture, cars, or mansions. A hotel is a place where you can experience a posh lifestyle without a long-term investment of cash. Regular folks will be tolerated—or even, as Glen insists, welcomed. “New luxury” hotels are one of a dwindling number of places that serve both the rich and those who enjoy rubbing elbows with them. Elite night clubs used to have the same function: In the heyday of Studio 54, street kids and hustlers could mingle with socialites, as long as they were good-looking, enterprising, or just plain interesting (even freakish). But as a recent story in New York magazine complained, with VIP everything and de rigueur “bottle service,” the top nightclubs have become the exclusive province of rich kids with platinum cards and assholes partying on expense accounts.

    Glen is an affable, thirtyish native of South Africa, and prior to coming onboard at the Ivy he was a manager at Barnsley Gardens, a luxury resort outside Atlanta. I noticed during our interview that he was wearing a Polo sweater—a perfect “new luxury” symbol. It’s well-known that Ralph Lauren grew up Jewish in the Bronx—which perhaps made him the perfect interpreter of wealthy WASP lifestyles. The designer is a great pretender, and so are his legions of fans around the globe, whether they buy Polo as part of “the ultimate retail experience” at the Rhinelander Mansion flagship on Madison Avenue or forage for it in a bin at Costco.

  • Stupidity on Two Wheels

    So, it sucks to park
    the car on Hennepin Avenue in the winter – scaling the piles of snow hardened
    into ice, trying not to fall against (or under) the filthy auto, hoping that
    busses and SUVs will not take the car door off (or at least slow down if they do) when you get get the frozen lock
    unlocked … it especially sucks getting
    into/out of a car parked on Hennepin when you’re toting a 10-month-old, however
    good-natured, and all of his attendant baggage. It sucks to do this at least
    twice daily, which you do when you don’t have any other place to put the car.

    But that’s not the
    source of my outrage for the purposes of this here post. The outrage was sparked
    the other day, once the baby and I were safely settled in the car (frozen, poorly designed car
    seats in frozen cars … there’s a topic for another post) and driving this car
    on Hennepin toward Calhoun Square. Shortly we came upon a woman on a bicycle.

    That’s not the
    source of my outrage, either. I’m totally pro-bicycle. I especially have to hand
    it to people who ride their bikes in winter – we should all be so virtuous. But
    I do have to mention that people who bike on icy thoroughfares like Hennepin –
    sans helmets – are, in a word, nuts. Or stupid. Hennepin is already narrow, and
    it’s made narrower still with those aforementioned frozen snow piles on either
    side. And if the conditions are icy for cars, might they be even more so for
    bicycles?

    But I’ll hold back
    on the outrage there, even. As a pro-bicyclist, I believe that bicyclists own
    the roads, too. They can ride wherever they want, and if they want to take
    their lives into their own hands by not wearing a helmet and by riding on busy,
    icy streets, that’s their business.

    So
    where is the outrage already? OK: The outrage comes in because there
    was also a child riding on the bike, behind the woman (who was, let’s
    presume, the mother of the child).

    A bit more outrage
    comes because this mother had apparently decided to make things "safer" for the child by putting a helmet on her – but
    she wasn’t wearing one herself. So your kid can become a motherless quadriplegic
    but hey, at least she might possibly retain some or even all of her mental
    faculties should a collision occur on icy, busy,
    narrowed-by-frozen-piles-of-snow Hennepin.

    This
    idea of helmets-for-kids-but-not-their-parents is akin to another source of outrage: How
    politicians fall all over themselves to be pro-health insurance for
    children — but not their parents. So little Susie can have her annual checkup
    and/or cancer treatment, but Susie’s insurance-less mom? She might die because
    she ignores some health problem or
    she might go into financial ruin dealing with said health problem, because she doesn’t have health insurance — leaving Susie
    physically healthy (by some standards) but motherless and/or living in abject poverty.

    But I digress,
    having delivered most but not all of the outrage. There are a couple more bits.

    Bit #1: Watching as this helmet-less mom-with-child runs a red light on her bike on
    the aforementioned icy,
    busy, narrowed-by-frozen-piles-of-snow Hennepin.

    Bit #2: Spotting the same mother and child, 45 minutes later, riding the other way on Hennepin —
    and this time, they’ve taken on another pint-sized passenger. Somebody get me a
    Rolaids.

  • Functional Sculpture: Furniture from the Upper Midwest

    When
    IKEA opened here a couple of years ago, critic Glenn Gordon contributed a fine
    piece to this magazine that carefully and wittily assessed the design quality
    and craftsmanship of the Swedish behemoth’s furniture. Now Gordon has put
    together (with co-curator Laurel Bradley) his own showroom of sorts, with
    furniture makers, sculptors, and industrial designers from Minnesota,
    Wisconsin, and Michigan. Of course, these are tables, cabinets, desks, and
    lighting of a whole different order, ranging from the ultra-modern designs of
    Thomas Oliphant, Blu Dot, and George Mahoney to more traditional work from
    Linda Sue Eastman and Clifton Monteith‘s contemporary take on the folksy
    bent-willow tradition. You won’t find any pancakes with lingonberry sauce, but
    the show in itself is worth the trip to Northfield.

    Carleton College Art Gallery, 1 N. College St.,
    Northfield; 507-646-4469 or 507-646-4342.

  • Arts of Japan: The John C. Weber Collection

    This
    show was organized by the National Museums in Berlin, and comes to Minneapolis
    via Boston. Weber, for his part, is a New Yorker-a doctor who’s no doubt made a
    splash among collectors of Japanese art, having assembled what we’re told is a
    world-class collection of objects-ranging from the twelfth century to the
    twentieth-in just ten years. Ninety-five of those works make up this show:
    scrolls and painted screens, lacquered bottles and ceramics, kimonos and
    Buddhist calligraphies. In other words, pace yourself for this one.

    Minneapolis Institute of Arts, 2400 Third Avenue South, Minneapolis; 612-870-3131.

  • Paul Shambroom: Picturing Power

    Shambroom,
    our fellow Minneapolitan, is not a trendy name in contemporary photography, but
    he’s revered by insiders: In one recent book surveying 121 heavy hitters in
    this medium, more space is devoted to him than to any other. One reason for
    that might be his dedication. Shambroom doesn’t just address a topic, be it
    nuclear weaponry or municipal government—he becomes thoroughly immersed,
    conducting mountains of research, traveling across the country, and taking
    years to create a series of images. None of that effort is wasted: His
    photographs are by turns majestic and menacing, eerie and absurd. This survey
    brings together, for the first time, work from Shambroom’s most important
    series: Factories, Offices, Nuclear Weapons, Meetings, and Security. Picturing
    Power
    will travel to Columbus, Atlanta, and Long Beach. I’d add that it’s also
    worthy of a stint at MoMA in New York, where another local photographer
    recently had a survey (see “Also Noted”).

    Weisman Art Museum, 333 East River Road, Minneapolis; 612-625-9494.

  • Worlds Away: New Suburban Landscapes

    Just
    as the Ash Can School turned to burgeoning cities for subject matter in the
    early twentieth century, suburbia has proven captivating to artists over the
    past few decades. But while many of them have tended to look outside city
    limits with a skeptical, ironic, or even condemning eye, this exhibit,
    organized around homes, stores, and roads, aims to go beyond stereotypical
    views. Among the works from some thirty architects, photographers, sculptors,
    and videographers, one favorite is Stefanie Nagorka, a sculptor who visits Home
    Depot stores, plucks materials for her pieces from the shelves, and assembles
    them right in the aisles or parking lot. Other artists look at the
    people-besides mom, dad, and 2.5 kids-living in all those tract houses (some of
    them are porn stars); propose revamping dead malls and big-box stores; and
    steal shots of suburbanites as they zoom around behind their steering wheels.

    Walker Art Center, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7622.

  • RE: Generations, Legacy & Tradition

    Don’t
    let the title fool you. This exhibit showcases innovative, contemporary takes
    on traditional American Indian art forms. It’s a chance to see work by Kevin
    Pourier
    and Dwayne Wilcox, whose horn carvings and ledger drawings garnered
    attention at two earlier, similarly themed exhibits, Impacted Nations and
    Changing Hands II: Art Without Reservation
    ; included as well are newer names
    like beadwork artists Douglas Limon and Todd Bordeaux, quilter Gwen Griffin,
    and hide painter Alaina Buffalo Spirit.

    Gallery Hours: Wed.-Sat., 12 p.m.-6 p.m., Ancient Traders Gallery, 1113 E. Franklin Ave., Minneapolis;
    612-870-7555.

  • The All-Seeing Eye

    If you had to pick one person as the ultimate observer of the past, present, and future of design—from cereal boxes to sneakers to web architecture—it’d be hard to go wrong with Steven Heller. His name is on more than two hundred books as author, co-author, editor, or contributor; he produces a continual flow of articles, commentary, and criticism for magazines; now posts online at The Daily Heller; and was until recently the longtime senior art director for the New York Times Book Review. (Those obits for the main newspaper? Just a little sideline.) Throw in his post at Manhattan’s School of Visual Arts, as co-chair for its master’s program in design, and it won’t be surprising to learn that Heller’s workday begins at 4:30 a.m. How does he do it? “I just do it,” he says simply. “We all have obsessions and this one is mine. I wish I could be more profound or witty, but it is what it is.” 

    A lifelong and admittedly provincial New Yorker (he has acknowledged a certain kinship with Woody Allen), Heller is making a trip to St. Paul to deliver the third annual lecture for the “Leaders of Design” series for the College of Visual Arts. That talk takes place in conjunction with 365: AIGA Annual Design Exhibition, an annual survey of current design excellence.

    Given your protean career, what do you make of the groundswell of interest—bordering on mania—about design of all kinds in recent years? The American Craft Museum changed its name to the Museum of Arts & Design. All kinds of magazines, including titles like Newsweek and Fast Company, are producing special design issues and treating designers almost as celebrities. There’s Target’s “Design for All” credo, of course, and locally, Minneapolis is reveling in its new status as a “design capital.” It seems that design is working its way into, or being exploited by, every nook and cranny of the culture. What do you think is driving this?

    I could take the cynical view and say that as America’s industrial and agrarian might recedes, our main output is in the form of entertainment and crafts. Design straddles both realms. Good design can be quite entertaining and it can be perceived as craft. That said, design also frames and positions many of our greatest commodities. The mega-chains worshiped by us lumpen, like Starbucks and Target, have raised the bar of design and are not ashamed to give it credit. Apple is fifty percent design, and we love them for the way they’ve made things look. Yet design has long been part of American life. When I was a kid my mom read all the interior design magazines and bought her furniture and accessories accordingly. Fashion, cars, et cetera, it’s long been about design, as well as utility. We are simply in a period were the word is used more, because people identify with it more. But watch out that design and “lifestyle” do not become synonymous.

    One of your SVA students famously designed the new prescription bottle for Target as her thesis project. Have you come across other student projects that are worthy of that kind of attention?

    We are always looking for that spark in a thesis project. We see lots that have potential. A few years ago one of our stellar students created a project called “Ametrica,” which was a wonderful campaign to turn America metric. She received various grants to produce a book and other advocacy materials, and is still plugging away. These things take time. But more likely our “Designer as Author/Entrepreneur” students produce manageable products that do not require the millions necessary to launch the Target bottle. Quite a few have started small entrepreneurial businesses.

    You are part of an increasingly rare breed in the U.S.: a leader in your field who does not have a college degree. Do you regret not having gotten that diploma, or do you think college is overrated?

    I don’t honestly regret anything that I’ve done, so far, in my life. What I didn’t learn in college—I was an English major at New York University and then studied illustration, very briefly, at the School of Visual Arts—I learned in spades at jobs that offer great stories to tell my grandchildren. I kind of wish I had a broader education. But the fact is, I was not a good student, so I doubt that college would have made much of a difference for me. I needed the stimuli I received away from the classroom—in the streets, as it were.

    Could a young person today achieve what you have without a college degree?

    No, I think kids today—with certain exceptions— should have a college education that includes real-world experiences. As far as the degree goes, it is looked upon in many fields as a measure of accomplishment. In design, however, it’s the work that counts.

    You got your start in the late ’60s at an underground lefty paper, the New York Free Press, and worked for decades at the New York Times, one of the most esteemed newspapers in the world. But with the rise of all things online, is there anything to the continual proclamations about the “death of print”—or the equally common proclamations to the contrary?

    I wrote a bit about the death of print lately. I feel mixed. While I cannot believe it will happen in our lifetime, there is an incredible push for integration of print and web components, and this is to be expected as the shift in media appetites turns toward the web. Behemoth magazines, like Life and Look, folded after TV took all the advertising dollars. These things happen. What about the death of vinyl? Or the death of hot type? Or the death of CDs? For the most part these have become anachronisms. I used to joke that there was no paper on Star Trek, and why should there be?

    We’ve become familiar with the idea of corporate and consumer responsibility—tailoring actions with regard to the environment, to social and economic justice, and so forth. You make the same call for designers in your book Citizen Designer: Perspectives on Design Responsibility. How does that work?

    It’s simple. If you are in a profession that both uses and abuses resources, be aware of what you are doing. I think that’s the first step in design citizenship. From there one has the freedom and responsibility to decide how one’s talents are used. To knowingly hurt others through one’s work or wares is irresponsible, if not criminal. So don’t do it.

    And on that note, what are your thoughts on phenomena like “eco-chic,” Ethos Water, and the RED campaign, which revolves around specially designed goods—heavily promoted
    by celebrities—to be purchased in support of fighting AIDS in Africa?

    Whatever works. Hey, philanthropy began in this country with the robber barons. Of course, if we didn’t have a government that encouraged philanthropy by making it worthwhile for the rich, they might never have done it, but still, their contributions have been long-lasting. I think we have a tendency to write off fashion in the service of good works, but I believe if the quid pro quo helps someone other than the fashionistas, then bring it on.

    As a consumer, what are some of your design-related pet peeves, or things you find outrageously stupid, unjust, wasteful, etc.?

    What I truly hate is voice mail hell. The notion that we must talk to machines for basic services is infuriating. I think it wastes time, and reduces employment.

    And on the flip side, are there products or things you find simply irresistible? What about anything you’re drawn to for the “wrong” reasons?

    My guilty pleasures are antique, things from the past. But as far as contemporary objects or gadgets go, I’m as attracted to Apple products as the next person. I have four iMacs of varying years that are sitting unused in a bathroom. I’m also a sucker for sneakers, though I stick with just a few by New Balance. Still, I fantasize about buying them. Other than that I’m pretty ascetic.

    You’ve authored more than a hundred books and written introductions for probably a hundred more. Many of these titles, it seems, revolve around obsessions you have. There’s one on vintage Halloween graphics, and one you produced with your wife, the designer Louise Fili, on miniature countertop mannequins from now-defunct department stores. What are you collecting or obsessing over right now?

    Currently, I’m finishing a long and large project on totalitarian graphics of the twentieth century. I’m obsessing over this material because it contributed to the branding of the world’s harshest regimes. Sometimes the graphics were sensational.

    And what about an earlier title: The Swastika: Symbol Beyond Redemption? Have you found an answer to that question? How do you suggest we deal with swastikas as part of the ornamentation of buildings—many from a certain era?

    In my mind I’ve found the answer. In the U.S. and other Western countries it should not be redeemed for another fifty years. In other nations, and for peoples who have long owned the symbol for good, not evil, they should have their unabridged right to it. Of course, it was used in the U.S. as ornament long before the Nazis stole it, so I have no problem with these historical contexts. What I object to is the abject and idiotic use of Nazi emblems by those who use them flagrantly, like rock groups and skateboard companies.

    Finally, why did you choose this portrait by illustrator Cristoph Niemann to illustrate this interview?

    I hate having pictures taken of me, and worse, I hate seeing them. Vanity? Dunno. As for the image itself, it just makes me smile. I don’t see it as me, but as a little logo for something else.