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  • Midtown Goes Downtown; Great Deal at Saffron

    A little taste of the Midtown Global Market will be making an appearance on the Nicollet Mall this Saturday night, as the Minneapolis Mosaic kicks off a summer of multi-cultural arts and entertainment. Manny’s
    Tortas, La Loma
    Tamales, Pham’s Deli and Holy Land Grocery and Deli will all have stands
    on the Nicollet Mall, selling everything from spring rolls to shawirma.
    For the full program of Minneapolis Mosaic activities, check out
    http://www.minneapolismosaic.com/. The party runs from 6 to 10 p.m.,
    with over 40 entertainment acts.

    Elsewhere downtown,one of my favorite Twin Cities restaurants, Saffron, is offering a three course $35 dinner special, with optional wine pairings for an additional $15. The offer is good Monday through Friday from 5 to 10 p.m., through the end of this month.

    Chef Sameh Wadi’s menu starts with chilled asparagus soup with yogurt cheese and olive oil crostina, accompanied by a glass of Juve y Camps Cava. The main course is duck breast with cauliflower, sultanas and preserved lemon, served with a Guenoc Petit Syrah, followed by a dessert duo of passionfruit curd tart and sorbet, with a Palladino Moscato D’ Asti.

    Saffron is at 123 N. 3rd Street (across the street from the 112 eatery); call 612-746-5533 for reservations.

  • I've Got a (Digital) Crush on You

    SPECIAL EVENT
    Digital Crush Website Launch Party

    And
    now for a bit of shameless self promotion! In addition to being The
    Rake’s
    new A&E editor, I am also involved in a number of artsy side projects — one being cheeky photography collective Digital Crush. Well-known in the Twin Cities for our fun and candid event photos,
    award-winning art photography, and creative promotional work, Digital
    Crush is officially launching a brand spankin’ new website and will
    celebrate tonight at the 414 Soundbar. Check out prints of our work on
    display (and up for sale), plus killer music by Millions Billions, DJ
    Bach, and Bryan Gerrard with visuals on the Soundbar’s amazing 7-projector
    system. Plus, it’s an open bar from 8-10pm!

    Friday, 8pm, 414 Soundbar, 414 3rd Avenue N, Warehouse District, Free before 10pm, $8 after

    ART
    Bike Art

    Tis the season for bicycle-mania! Among many other cool bike-related events going on this summer, Altered Esthetic’s 3rd annual Bike Art
    show is a visual treat for bikers and art-lovers alike. With 100 works
    — ranging from sculpture, to installation art, to paintings — you’ll be hard-pressed to find a more inspiring reason to pedal
    yourself over to the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District
    this evening. Stop in for the show’s opening reception, which, if
    you’ve ever been to AE, you know will be a hoot. Want to make an
    evening of it? There are a bevy of bike-to-able restaurants in the vicinity of the gallery.

    Friday at 7pm, Altered Esthetics Gallery, 1224 Quincy Street NE, Northeast Minneapolis, Free


    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    Ambrosiatic Productions: Euphoria

    People struggle to survive in the midst of crisis. Is hatred stronger
    than love? What horrors are we capable of when our survival is at
    stake? And what happens to the survival instinct when you no longer
    have a reason to live? The Playwrights’ Center presents Euphoria, a new
    play by University of Minnesota student Keith Hovis. Directed by 2007
    BA graduate Jenna Papke, the play is an intense exploration of the dark
    things people are capable of in dark times. — Andrew Newman

    Thurs-Sat at 8pm, Sunday at 3pm, Playwrights Center, 2301 E Franklin Ave., Minneapolis, $10

    FASHION
    Identity Theft (Clothing Swap + Contest)

    Presented
    by MCP and MNFashion, this fashionista-friendly clothing swap is the
    perfect opportunity to revamp your wardrobe. Bring at least two items
    of clean, gently used clothing or accessories to the Minnesota Center
    for Photography tonight at 6pm, throw them into the community style
    pile and trade up! The dazzling dames of styling group Eclecticoiffeur
    will be on hand to lend their expertise, helping you create a fresh new
    look for the summer. Enter the Before + After contest to show off
    your fabulous transformation and win cool prizes; then enjoy
    refreshments and music. At the end of the night all un-swapped
    clothing will be donated to charity, so get there early and leave
    dolled up — just in time for some late night fun.

    Saturday from 6-10pm, MNCP, 165 13th Ave. NE, Northeast Minneapolis, Free


    MUSIC
    Finnegan’s ShamROCK

    How
    often do you have an excuse to drink beer to your hearts content? Not
    that often; it’s usually all: "you’re making an ass of yourself," or
    "maybe you should slow down." Right? Not today. Drinking Finnegan’s
    Irish Amber is always a good thing, because as a non-profit company,
    they donate 100 percent of their proceeds to numerous local and national
    charities. Today marks Finnegan’s 2nd annual outdoor music bash at the
    Cabooze, with all profits going to benefit Heading Home Hennepin, an
    organization working to end homelessness. Today’s festivities include
    live music from Romantica, ‘Ol Yeller, Built to Spill, more — plus a
    Finnegan’s bottlecap fashion show, a "beer-pong" tournament, and lots
    of Irish bagpipes.

    Saturday from 2-10pm, The Cabooze, 917 Cedar Ave S, West Bank Minneapolis, $20 in advance, $25 at the gate




    FESTIVAL
    Minneapolis Mosaic Opening Celebration



    The streets comes alive this evening with an overwhelming array of
    music, dance, and art on Hennepin Avenue in Downtown Minneapolis. The
    sixth annual Minneapolis MOSAIC
    festival, a summer-long program celebrating the city’s diverse arts and
    culture, kicks off tonight with this free jamboree designed with all
    ages in mind. Sample food from Midtown Global Market vendors, check out
    original films being screened all night at the State Theater, and take in over 40 performance acts, including flamenco dancers, conga players, and theatrics of all kinds in multiple locations
    and on the main stage on 7th & Hennepin. Last year over 15,000
    people attended, so expect more than a little celebratory mayhem. The
    beginning of summer is definitely something worth partying for after
    all!


    Friday from 6-10pm, on Hennepin Ave between 7th and 9th Street, Downtown Minneapolis, Free


  • Tabloid Sludge

    Remember
    the prom mom? She was 18, it was her prom and nobody knew she
    was pregnant, so she went to the bathroom, hiked up her dress, had the
    kid, stuffed him in a trash can, and went back to the dance floor a
    half hour later. Stuck, directed by Stuart Gordon and starring
    Mena Suvari and Stephen Rea is one of those similar "like, this is
    going to mess up, like, MY ENTIRE LIFE; seriously, why does this have
    to happen to me?" kind of stories. The problem is, the tone
    careens from "cautionary tale" to "dead baby joke" in a way
    that leaves you feeling a bit unmoved.

    Based
    on the true story of Chante Mallard, a Texas woman who ran over a homeless
    man while driving home drunk. The man flew through her windshield
    and became lodged so Mallard, who apparently felt victimized through
    this whole debacle, drove home and left him in her garage still alive
    while she had sex with her boyfriend. The film is pretty faithful
    to the story, except it kind of sucks.

    It’s
    clear that Gordon chose the story for its black comedy, but it’s really
    mishandled. The boyfriend (Russell Hornsby) plays his character
    for cheap laughs instead of trying to match the tone of Mena Suvari
    and Stephen Rea, who apparently weren’t let in on the joke. The
    resulting mess of botched comedy, pondering drama, and squishy horror
    sound effects is a little boring. Like the prom mom, the story
    of Mallard is outrageous enough on its own.

    Opens June 6th, 2008, at the Landmark Lagoon Cinema.

  • NBA Finals Preview

    Anyone who has watched the two NBA conferences from November to April this season, and then watched the respective conference matchups in the postseason, would be hard-pressed to deny that the Lakers should be favored in the final series that begins this evening in Boston. But let’s begin by being counter-intuitive and considering the reasons–the legitimate reasons–for a potential Celtics upset. And no, I’m not talking about things like the Celts beating the Lakers in their only two meetings this season. Neither one occurred in calendar year 2008, and in the latest meeting, on December 30, Tony Allen led the Celts in minutes-played and plus/minus, and was effective at hounding Kobe Bryant into a 6-25 FG (0-6 3pt) performance. All you folks who think a reprise of that Tony Allen-Kobe Bryant matchup more than five months later, even if Allen hadn’t tweaked his achilles this week, would be a net plus for the Celts, are delusional homers who’d probably be more comfortable on a reflexively pro-Boston site.

    The frontcourt matchups are potentially very favorable for the Celts. Yes, L.A. is very long and quick up front, but Boston is uniquely well-qualified among NBA teams (well, along with Chandler/West/Peja in New Orleans, anyway) in their ability to counter it. After getting outhustled on the glass by Cleveland’s tag-teams of big men in the conference semis, Kendrick Perkins was huge–arguably the most important X factor–in the surprisingly efficient Boston triumph over Detroit. Perkins discovered a motivating passion in that series that gave his play a relentless tinge that was just shy of nasty–he cultivated an attitude that needed to be taken out of him physically, and none of the Pistons’ big men were up to the task–although thanks to Flip Saunders, Jason Maxiell didn’t get enough minutes to try. Now Perkins faces off against Pau Gasol, whose instincts are soft. Can Gasol mix it up? Sure, but that’s not his wont: He is at heart a finesse player, no less than KG. He is quicker than Perkins and if he can hit that 12-footer that wasn’t going in often enough against Tim Duncan and the Spurs, he might draw Perkins out just far enough to abuse him and put Perkins in foul trouble. Perkins also can’t do too much helping on Kobe Bryant, or Gasol will feed on Kobe’s garbage for putbacks and alley-oops that will swell his confidence. No, if Perkins is able to keep Gasol off the boards and limit his scoring to the short jumpers on post-ups and putbacks of long rebounds–and if Perkins can stick the occasional baseline jumper and bull for his own putbacks, as he did against Detroit–that negates what two weeks ago looked like a big Laker advantage. The question is, which Perkins shows up. I don’t think Gasol can take the starch out of him. I think there is a good chance he maintains his momentum. BTW, PJ Brown is also the kind of gritty blue-collar guy that can frustrate the hell out of Gasol.

    At the power forward slot, Lamar Odom is a matchup nightmare…for almost everyone but Kevin Garnett. Odom is a poor man’s KG in more ways than one: The incredible athleticism and versatility, and the shaky psyche and occasional crunchtime disappearance. If Garnett dedicates himself to moving his feet on defense (especially against Odom’s dribble penetration down the left lane), boxing out on the boards, and taking Odom down in the left block for his classic baseline-shoulder turnaround J’s and feint-toward-the-middle-reverse-up-and-under moves, Odom’s confidence, never a particularly rock-solid substance, melts and corrodes his skills and reactions. Now this presupposes a few things that are far from certain. One is that Garnett won’t be at least as preoccupied with helping out on guarding Kobe, particularly in cutting off penetration and showing on the pick and roll and triangle schemes. The dirty little secret in the Detroit series was that Garnett’s pick and roll defense was more facade than brick wall–he showed but never stayed, and the Pistons never made him pay for his no man’s land by either zipping in the pass before he could recover or sticking the semi-open jumper. Kobe and the triangle will feast on facade defense. The second thing is KG’s desire to launch midrange jumpers. If he doesn’t take Odom into the low block and either compel the double team or put Odom in the torture chamber, it will be a monumental strategic blunder. Put it this way, if Ronny Turiaf isn’t getting more time than Phil Jackson would prefer due to Gasol and Odom being plagued by fouls or otherwise overmatched, the Celts aren’t pressing their advantage and executing properly.

    At the small forward slot, I’d put Ray Allen on Vlad Rad and Paul Pierce on Kobe. Radmanovic does most of his damage from outside the arc anyway, which is where Allen roams, and if the Lakers are running post-ups to capitalize on his 5-inch height advantage over Allen, that’s a moral victory for the Celts–Vlad Rad on the block may be the 15th best offensive option for the Lakers.

    Which brings us to the all-important Kobe-Pierce matchup. The rehabitation of Pierce’s defensive reputation in these playoffs–first in dogging LeBron, then in adding to Tayshaun Prince’s postseason disappearing acts on offense–has been a great surprise to most observers, including me, that don’t buy Pierce’s contention that he’s always been an above-average defender. Okay PP, you’re 6-7, 235, can you stay with the 6-6, 205 Kobe or is he simply too quick for you? Personally, I think a dedicated Pierce limits Kobe more than Ray Allen certainly, and probably even James Posey, who although 6-8, 217, isn’t as quick as Pierce. Meanwhile, whether Kobe is guarding Pierce or Allen, that Big 3 member has to make Kobe exert himself and not play center field on D to conserve his energy.

    One more item in this Celtic scenario: the foot speed of Rajon Rondo over Derek Fisher. Both Fisher and Rondo have been fitfully inconsistent this postseason but in a good way–both have stepped up to have monster games, especially at crunchtime, at various points, and yet have almost totally disappeared at other times. Both have the capacity to embarrass the other–Rondo is too quick for Fisher, and Fish is light years ahead of Rondo in terms of experience and all that entails–composure, court vision, sneaky shortcuts on offense and defense, playing within himself, and overall maturity. If Rondo happens to come up huge in a nip-and-tuck contest, the Celts could steal one.

    I’ve listed these potential Celtic pluses in order of descending likelihood–in other words, I expect Perkins to control the paint against Gasol more than I expect Rondo to embarrass Fisher. The point is, the Celtics cause isn’t helpless. Yeah, they played in an inferior conference, but their record against the West was superb. They play suffocating team defense, the most chronically underrated aspect of pro hoops. They managed to win two series with their best outside threat enduring the worst slump of his 12-year career, and, like the Lakers, have never once trailed in this entire series.

    But the smart money–and mine, if I was betting–is on the Lakers for good reasons. In order of importance, here they are:

    * Kobe.

    Ten years from now, people will look back on this as the best season of his career, the year he finally understood what it meant to elevate himself by elevating his teammates, in ways that are as much mental/psychological/intuitive/selfless as they are physical and competitive. Kobe’s competitive fire and freakazoid athleticism have never been in question. Putting his arrogance in a positive context has often been the missing ingredient. But this year, and especially this postseason, the guy has not only been unstoppable–which isn’t exactly novel–but has figured out exactly when to seize the moment.

    Consider that Denver began the playoffs by throwing the thuggish K-Mart on Kobe, which worked for maybe a half, until Kobe found his rhythm and started shaking his head no with every jumper round about the third quarter. Then Utah–was there a team better equipped to go against K
    obe, what with AK-47, Ronnie Brewer, and Jerry Sloan’s elbows-and-knees defensive philosophy? Didn’t matter. Except for Game Four when he played hurt and tried to do too much at crunchtime, Kobe surmounted. Then San Antonio. The Jordan comparisons that have arisen out of that series are unfortunate, but offered up for a reason: Kobe destroyed the Spurs with game-altering elevations of his game not seen since Jordan. The bookends of Game One and Game Five should give the Celts serious pause. If Kobe keeps regulating his peaks and plateaus (there really are no valleys) to maximum advantage in terms of game flow and momentum psychology, there isn’t a credible counter-attack. Remember, the Celtics are all about low-scoring games. That makes a player who on certain occasions can score when he wants to all the more valuable.

    * Phil Jackson vs. Doc Rivers

     Doc Rivers is in the Finals, which means he can legitimately tell all his critics to kiss his ass–seriously, this is as far as the Celts are supposed to go, and if Flip Saunders had made it here, he’d still have a job. But Mike Woodson, Mike Brown and Flip Saunders are not remotely in the same time zone as Phil Jackson in terms of playoff coaching prowess, and neither is Doc Rivers. Jackson’s teams win the big ones–the dude has nine rings. When he sprang that small lineup on Gregg Popovich and the Spurs, it shifted the entire dynamic of the series, and salvaged Game One for the Lakers. When he steadfastly rested his three best players despite a steep first-half deficit in Game Five, he fortified his bench with his faith and conserved the energy of his stars for the second half comeback that clinched the series. For those who say that Jackson simply has great players, consider how many rings MJ, Kobe, and Shaq have won *without* Jackson. That would be one–Shaq’s in Miami, under Pat Riley.

    In my opinion, Rivers’ misuse of Eddie House in favor of Sam Cassell and chastising of Rondo for taking "heroic shots" in this postseason dramatize the talent gap between himself and the Zen Master. It is bad enough for Boston that Jackson is the better coach. He also has more, and more flexible, weapons at his disposal. Which brings us to…

    *Backcourt depth

    Cleveland and Detroit both exposed the Celtics’ thin backcourt and then inexplicably didn’t press that advantage–literally press it. Bluntly put–can either Cassell or House handle the pressure LA can bring with Vujacic and Farmar and Fisher and Walton and Kobe and Odom? If Rondo gets in foul trouble or simply needs a blow, who gets the Celts into the offense? By default it has to be Pierce–but if you’re Jackson, isn’t that when you appeal to Kobe’s competitive arrogance, tell him "LeBron couldn’t stop The Truth in Game Seven, so let’s see what you can do." And not just Kobe. Snipe with Farmar and Vujacic. Double hard with Odom.

    Unless Rondo plays all 48, how does Boston handle a Laker lineup of Vujacic, Farmar, Walton, Kobe and Odom? That gives Fisher and Gasol a breather and makes it extremely hard for the Celts to get into their offense. Or maybe swap in Fisher for Farmar, or Vlad Rad for Walton, or Gasol or Turiaf for Odom. The Laker bench is vastly superior to the Celtic bench, especially in the backcourt.

    I grew up with the Celts during the heyday of Bill Russell. I covered the Timberwolves every single one of KG’s dozen years in town, and I’d be less than honest if I said I’m not pulling for Boston so he can bag that trophy and permanently put to rest the whispers about his crunchtime primacy. But the other guys, the ones in gold and purple, have the best player. The best coach. More depth. Lakers in five or six.

  • The Man Who Fell to Pittsburgh

    I recently sat down to speak with Douglas Fogle–the curator of the 2008 Carnegie International–in his office at the Carnegie Museum of Art. It was a fine, bright spring day about one month into the run of the latest version of the great survey exhibition of international artists that was first mounted in 1896, and Fogle, who left the Walker Art Center in 2005 after eleven years to take this job, looked relaxed–if somewhat more internally care-worn than the last time I’d seen him at the beginning of his stint in Pittsburgh. (Full disclosure: I worked in 2006 for a brief time as a part-time media relations person at the Carnegie Museum of Art, where the Carnegie International takes place every three or four years.)

    You can also, if you’re so inclined, read "Oh Man, Look at Those Cavemen Go!"–my expansive review of this sizeable exhibition.

    Michael Fallon: The first question I wanted to ask is about the show’s title, "Life on Mars." I read that it came from the David Bowie song, and I’m curious if the first line of the song–"It’s a god-awful small affair"–was in your mind as you were organizing the exhibition, which is obviously a huge affair.

    Douglas Fogle: It wasn’t the first line. I was a huge David Bowie fan as a kid, when I was in high school. Actually I came to a lot of art and cultural stuff through music–not just David Bowie, but other bands. Living in the suburbs of Chicago, that was kind of how I got my cultural fix. I learned a lot through music about film and art and other things.

    I was well into working on the show before I titled it. The exhibition has never had a title for the show in 112 years. That was sort of the radical gesture, according to Pittsburgh, which asked "you’re having a title?" To give something a title rather than just saying this is the Carnegie International, that was just the way I wanted to do it. The idea was really to have the exhibition start before you walked in the door, for a question to be asked. At the Walker Art Center, titling your exhibitions was always a contact sport. In the curatorial department, we liked to compete with each other in coming up with good titles that were evocative without dominating the artists. And "Life on Mars" really came out of the idea of the kind of humanity that is discussed in that song. It’s a very human song, about a world spinning out of control, and are we looking for another world to go to, or is this world itself an alien place? It really made sense to me to give it something that was open-ended, and you could read many things into it.

    The way I read it now is it tends to refer to the different worlds that many contemporary artists will take you to. Each of them will take you to some other world, which is often–or usually–our world slightly put askew, so you can look back at it from a different angle.

    Michael: The "god-awful small affair" sort of speaks to that, which is interesting. The song starts out as a domestic moment, then opens up to a lot of the more outward-focused imagery in the lyrics. And there’s a lot of work in the show that’s very intimate, domestic, personal that then opens up to something larger.

    Douglas: The idea of intimacy and immensity, which in my essay for the exhibition catalogue I talk about a quote by the French philosopher Gaston Bachelard, who wrote a book called The Poetics of Space. He talks about oceans that are both intimate and immense at the same time. Outer space is the same thing, in a way. And that idea–of the one individual grain of sand in the millions of grains of sand in a pile of sand, where you see the pile of sand but you also see the individual grain–that was something that a lot of the artists I was interested in were doing in a metaphorical, or even in a real way. In Richard Wright’s painting on the wall in gouache, there are thousands of little triangles that he’s painted on the wall. It’s a very intimate and a very ephemeral thing too. That painting gets painted out at the end of the show, it’s over.

     

     

    So as for the song, it’s funny. You choose artists and you put them together, and all of a sudden you start seeing connections that you never saw before. You choose a title and you don’t think about all of the implications, and then it becomes more and more interesting as you put the work together and you start to think about how you can interpret different works in different ways. One thing I always wanted to stress before the show opened was it’s not a show about science fiction. It’s not a show about space, even if that’s a great metaphor. But who knows–now we have Mars in Pittsburgh…

    Michael: Well, and the Bowie song is not really about science fiction either. I promise I’ll get off "Life on Mars," but I wanted to ask one more question about it. The first line of the second verse was very interesting as well. It was, "It’s on America’s tortured brow/that Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow…," which sort of takes the personal moment in the song and begins to politicize it a little bit. Was that also an influence on the show?

    Douglas: No, I would hate to push the show towards any sort of a political thing, because it’s not. There are individual artists who have a different take on things. The most so-called political artist in the show would be Thomas Hirschhorn. But he would say, "I’m not a political artist, I make work politically." It’s for him the formal stuff–using duct tape, packaging tape, cardboard, tinfoil, photocopies, everyday materials, very democratic materials–that’s really important. His piece "Cavemanman"–which has been seen in Minneapolis at the Walker Art Center a year or two ago so some of your readers might remember it–has a cave in the back, of the many caves that make up this 2,100-square-foot installation, that has scrawled words "1 Man = 1 Man." And that’s about as political as it gets, which is one person should never equal less or more than another person. It’s a very democratic ideal, and very much this sort of universal equation of ethics, I think, the bottom line that if you reduce ethics to an equation that’s what it is.

     

    So it’s not really a show about America, especially since only eight of the forty artists are American. It’s a show about the world and about a relationship to, I hate to say it, the human condition. That just sounds so pretentious, but it’s not about Hannah Arendt writing about the human condition. I think about authors who write very much about what it means to be a human. It could be a novelist too. I think a lot of these artists take this on in different ways. It might just be they’re using their hands a lot in the work, such as in the ceramics that Rosemarie Trockel makes, which refer to this domestic 50s furniture in a very modern, yet all-ceramic and hand-made way. They have that push-pull between the mass produced and the handmade, between the absent body and the body that’s supposed to sit on a sofa. Yet, you can’t sit on these things because they’re made of 200-pound ceramic objects.

    So, in the end, I think there are different worlds being evoked. You could make a case for Mario Merz’s work being political, and about the times. One of the last works he made is in the show, from 2003. It’s a set of newspaper stacks, and he took the newspapers that were just from the days around which he made the work, which happened to be right when the U.S. was going to war in Iraq. On top of that, it is a neon French phrase which says, "A roll
    of the dice will never abolish chance," which is the title of a Stéphane Mallarmé poem from 1896 or so–around the time, actually, that the International was founded. It’s a paradox, a symbolist poem that was also graphically designed across the page so that you would read it in multiple ways. You could read it very different ways depending on how you started reading it. It’s a paradox: A roll of the dice is supposed to eliminate chance, because that is chance. You roll the dice and then, boom, you get your, you know… Marcel Duchamp appropriated the phrase for a work he did as well. I think it’s very interesting and so open to interpretation: What does that mean on top of these newspapers stacks that happen to be newspapers covering the beginning of the Iraq War? I didn’t know the newspapers were from the beginning of the Iraq War when I asked to borrow the piece. I knew there were newspapers, I just didn’t know from when. These are all chance things that you can think about and keep yourself updated with, in an interesting way.

    Michael: A friend of mine saw the show and he actually used the word "apolitical," though I don’t think the show’s really apolitical since there are politics and social concerns in there. Did you consciously think you wanted to stay away from politics with the artists that you chose?

    Douglas: No, I studied international relations and political philosophy. The first section I turn to in the newspaper is the op-ed page every day after the front page. So, no, there are artists who make very didactic work. I’m not so interested in didactic work. I would say that Thomas’s work is the closest to that in the entire show, and it’s not that at all, in my mind. It’s so much not about that, it’s about the formal questions that come up in Hirschhorn very much translated to content in a very particular way. And so no.

    Actually, I think it’s very political, strangely enough, to do a show about the human condition. I think that if you want to do a show about issues, that’s a different thing, and I think kind of boring, quite honestly. The artists that I’m most interested in are the ones that are much more open-ended in their questioning, rather than didactic.

    No, I didn’t think "I’m not going to do a political show." In fact, the first essay after mine in the catalogue is Jonathan Swift’s "A Modest Proposal," which is a total satirical and political indictment of the English in 1727 of their occupation of Ireland. It’s a piece of satire and that’s where I think it becomes very interesting. When you have people writing things like that, which are humorous but also completely devastatingly political.

    Michael: And your essay also mentions Goya and [filmmaker] George Romero in a political-social context, which is interesting because those are quite stark, quite dramatic instances of very in-your-face politics that didn’t really appear in this exhibition…

    Douglas: Well, except so few people would read George Romero that way.

    Michael: Still, it’s a very stark and dramatic, black-and-white Zombie movie. There’s really nothing like that in this show.

    Douglas: And Goya’s work, his "The Disasters of War," was very political, but it was also dark and modern in its own weird way that was not didactic. The "Disasters of War" by Goya were very much political, because they done as prints and they could be distributed, but those black paintings they talk about–"Saturn Devouring His Children" and whatnot–those were never even meant for public consumption, yet they share the very same kind of dark look at the world as the "Disasters of War" did. I think that the essay is one more aspect of the exhibition, as is the catalogue, that is a separate thing, but it’s very much a parallel project. I don’t know–you look at Thomas Schutte’s work and you look at zombies, I don’t know that I would call that political, but I have to say Thomas is the one whose work I wrote about last year and talked about Jonathan Swift and he said "I love that essay." A lot of Thomas’ work is about taking apart the idea of monumentality. When you talk about the monument, he’s thinking of the political monument, the artistic monument, all these different ideas of the monument. And those zombie sculptures are taking apart his own work, his earlier works–the big ghosts. Except he is taking those apart and reconfiguring them.

    So, no, we’re not talking about John Heartfield anti-Nazi collages, but I think there is politics if you look at Phil Collins’ film. I think it depends on how you define politics. It’s an incredibly beautiful, incredibly human, incredibly heart-breaking film, really really beautiful, and probably the most sophisticated thing he’s done as a filmmaker, but it’s very ambiguous. In its cinematic qualities–the light, the camera, the way he directs the cameraman–in its content, in its stance, you know. This is a Serbian family living in Kosova, and they are seen now as the "bad people," but they were kicked out. So Phil didn’t want to go for the easy thing and just talk to the Albanians about the Serbian language. He went and talked to other people from there and about what happens with a language when it’s the official language and yet there’s another language spoken by the majority. What happens? Before he made the piece, the questions he wanted to ask people were, "Do you often accidentally reach for a word in Serbo-Croat, instead of Albanian? Do you accidentally dream in Serbo-Croat, because you grew up speaking it in school? Do you think of a folk song or start humming a folk song that was actually Serbo-Croat, even though you’re an Albanian and aren’t really supposed to speak it anymore?" It was a really difficult project for him to do, and I have to say that’s the kind of political inquiry I’m interested in, in terms of the art world–the investigating of those ambiguities. As Collins put it, someone told him, "What you’re asking people to talk about is very difficult. It’s like going to Israel after the War and asking people to speak in German. People who escaped." He said you’re asking Albanians to speak in Serbo-Croat, and we don’t speak it anymore. That’s a real brave act as an artist to go and take that kind of thing on. It’s a very textured piece, it’s a really beautiful film. If that’s not political in an interesting way, then I don’t what is. I think that relates directly to the kind of things I talk about in my essay in a very different way, because I hadn’t seen the film yet.

    I think there are lots of other things like that–from the Hirschhorn, to Mario Merz’s work, to Phil Collins’ work, to Mark Bradford’s abstract paintings that are political in a very different way. You could talk about it in very different ways depending on your point of view. Sometimes though there’s a lot of different work in the show. Sometimes, as Paul Thek said in the 70s, why can’t I just make a pretty, beautiful picture? There’s a level of engagement with the hand and the naïve sort of expression, child-like sensibility in his work. You could say that’s political. Peter Fischli and David Weiss recapturing the essence of what it means to be a kid, and the idea of play. That’s a radical gesture too in it’s own way. It’s not "we hate Clinton," or "we like whatever." It’s not didactic. I think contemporary art that’s didactic fails. I think it’s not interesting.

    Michael: One of my takes on the International is I found it much more interesting and affecting on a human, social, political level than the 2006 Whitney Biennial, which was filled with a lot of work that was very overly political, very angry, and, maybe, didactic. I wondered if that show was in your mind when you were putting this together.

    Douglas: Well, two of my friends curated that show, but the Whitney is its own animal. It’s all American, for the most part. It’s every tw
    o years; it’s one hundred artists, instead of thirty-five or forty. It’s a very different project. I’m actually one of the few people who liked that show. It got criticism I think for how dense it was, but I thought it was really interesting.

    The Whitney and the Carnegie are two of the oldest shows in America. The Carnegie is a really different animal. It’s international. It’s an older show. It’s also museum based, which is interesting because they’re very comparable that way, but historically the Carnegie always had about 35-40 artists, which is all you can really accommodate in any kind of serious way giving people enough space. I probably could have had 35 instead of 40 artists and given everybody a little bit more room, but when you put together a show you’re never quite sure how it’s going to fit together and you keep wanting more and you have to temper yourself.

    I think it’s just a different take on the world. I’m a different person. This is the show that I felt I needed to make, a different take about where we are now in the world. I do think, honestly, the choices I made were very political in their own way. I just would not call it didactic, I guess.

    Michael: I wanted to ask about the fact that a lot of critics of record have written in the last ten years of so about the declining influence of international survey shows like the Carnegie and the Whitney, in the face of the rise of art fairs like the Armory Show and Art Basel. How do you feel about this now that you’ve curated this show?

    Douglas: I think the Carnegie International is a very different show. It is its own animal. It’s the oldest international exhibition in the world, except for the Venice Biennale–by six months only. The way my methodology and thinking worked was, when I got the job, I thought how do you approach it? Are you going to do a survey show with one from column A, one from column B? I’m going to go to 500 countries and blah blah blah. Or do you think, OK, I’m going to have a spine and I’m going to try to build around it, because it’s just one show? I’m going to do other shows in the future, so this is not the be-all end-all. It has to be a show, so that’s why I gave it a title and had a certain idea about what I wanted to do.

    But, I don’t know, I think Venice will continue to be Venice. I think this show will continue on. I think the Whitney will continue on. Some of the small biennials might drop off. I think it really depends on who’s doing them. You know, I have no problem with art fairs. I learn a lot at art fairs, they’re great. I don’t want to go to all of them. The Basel Art Fair is happening this week and I’m not going because we have a board meeting, and it’s the first time in probably in eight years that I’ve not gone, and I’m kind of happy about it, it’s fine. I think the art fairs are a different venue. I do bemoan sometimes the overheated market for art, only in the sense–I mean I’m really happy that artists are able to make their living–but museums start to not be competitive. We can’t buy art. All these collectors, the François Pinaults of the world, are hoovering everything up before we can get to it, or we can’t afford it as a museum. That’s how I see these things in this market affecting public institutions, and all of these people wanting to start their own private museums. Of course this, I have to say, is what happened with the Walker Art Center and the Whitney. The Walker began as a private collection, and lots of other museums have as well. My hope for these institutions–these one-person museums–is that they do merge into or morph with other institutions. I just think that all of the institutions that we work in and the museums just need more help. It’s sad that people are founding their own museums when there are plenty of museums to help shape with your collections and your resources.

    Is the biennial going to die? I don’t think it’s even an interesting question. They seem to keep going, and Documenta is still happening, and Venice is still happening. The Tehrani Biennial and some of these other smaller biennials around the world, maybe they’re not happening as much. And people talk about "festivalism" and all this stuff, but the art world goes in cycles. I do think there is a place for these exhibitions. I don’t know that I want to do another one right away–a big group show. I’d like to do a nice monographic exhibition now.

    In the end, the art fairs serve their purpose, and as the market changes some of it might dry up. It happens, there are cycles. I’ve been in the business slightly long enough to see a couple of cycles. I started at the beginning of the 90s after the crash of 89-90, so things we really different then and I’ve seen the escalation of the art market and the biennials and all that. I think the Carnegie International will go on, I think the Whitney Biennial will go on. And I really don’t think those art fair are the proper way to see work. The bottom line is they’re fun to go to and look at new work, and sometimes you see things you hadn’t seen before, but it’s not the proper way to see work. I think there will always be a place for museums and these big exhibitions, especially the classic ones: Sao Paolo, Documenta, Carnegie, Venice.

    Michael: A question for folks back home, how do you think the Walker prepared you for this big grueling experience, and how do you compare your experiences here in Pittsburgh to your experiences in Minnesota?

    Douglas: First of all, the Walker prepared me better than any experience I could have had. I worked over eleven years there with other curators on shows, and then my own shows, which were smaller versions of this kind of a big group show. "Painting at the Edge of the World," "How Latitudes Become Forms," all these shows I worked on with my colleagues were smaller models of an international-type exhibition. Then, I worked with some of the greatest colleagues in the world there, in all different departments. It really let me figure out what I wanted to do. The catalogue for this show is a real testament to the Walker and the type of catalogues that I did there. We [the Carnegie Museum] don’t have an in-house design team, so I chose a designer recommended by the Walker design director. I really wanted to do a book very much like the ones I had done for "The Last Picture Show" and the "Edge of the World" that became a reader as much as anything else.

    Pittsburgh and Minneapolis are very similar. They’re very similar communities. They’re around the same size. They’ve had the same sort of economic reinvention in different ways over the years. They’re also both, pound for pound, incredibly acculturated cities. In terms of per capita, there’s way more culture here than there should be. It’s a testament to the two cities’ great level of patronage over a hundred years or more–from your T.B. Walkers and Pillsburys in Minneapolis, to your Carnegies and Mellons and Fricks here. Both of them are similar, nineteenth-century, philanthropy-based cities. I miss Minneapolis and a lot of things about Minneapolis, but I don’t miss the dead of winter, I have to admit. It’s really horrible to say. But I love Minneapolis. I try to go back a couple of times a year to visit, and I will always have a real soft spot for it.

    These are very similar cities, but this institution is very different from the Walker. This is closer to the MIA, because it has a department of fine arts before 1945, a department of contemporary art from 1945 and up, and also a great decorative arts collection and great architecture program, and we’re part of the larger Carnegie Institute, where we’ve got the Warhol Museum, the Natural History Museum, and the Science Center. So it’s a very different kind of structure from being in a completely contemporary institution, and there’s no performing arts department here or film department here like at the Walker, though there are lots of colleagues in town in those fields that I
    work with. The institutions are very different, but I feel as comfortable here as I did there. Having a director who is a contemporary curator and had done the International certainly helps a lot, because I feel like I have colleagues to talk–whereas I had six or seven to talk to talk to at the Walker. You have your run in a place like the Walker, and we did great stuff for eleven years. And during Kathy Halbriech’s time, her leadership there was amazing. I credit Kathy and Richard Flood for keeping me interested in being in the art world and eventually coming to this. They were really instrumental in my early career, and I thank Minneapolis for that. People in Minneapolis are as great as people are here. I felt comfortable the minute I stepped off the plane. It felt like a similar city.

    Michael: Do you know what’s next for you?

    Douglas:
    Well, this is next. I’m not going anywhere at the moment. I’m working on the reinstallation of the permanent collection. When the exhibition comes down, half of the galleries that we use for the International are actually our collection galleries from 1945 on–the contemporary galleries. So, maybe later this month or July I’m going to start planning for next spring, to reinstall the collection. We’re working on keeping the show going. I’m giving tours every other day still. I’m doing a lot of programs in the fall. There’ll be a lot more programming. I’m working on acquiring some of the works from the show for the collection. The reason the show was started in the first place, in 1895, was to build a collection of contemporary work from this exhibition. So, I’m busy right now. There are a lot of other things to do. I’m thinking of other projects we could do here in the future, and starting to get the schedule ready so we see when the next Carnegie International will be. It looks about 2012 right now.

    Michael: Thanks for your time.

    Douglas: You’re very welcome. Thank you for coming.

     

  • Should America Inject Awesome Manliness?

    America is awesome. Remember in Independence Day when it turned out the president was an ex-fighter pilot? Or in Armageddon when we discovered that most of our problems can be solved by huge men with rippling muscles? We used to live in the era of the superlative, when people like Arnold Schwarzenegger, Hulk Hogan, and Sylvester Stallone seemed to be the embodiment of the American dream.

    Bigger Stronger Faster is a film about an identity crisis in America. Instead of fighting aliens, President Bush recently had to go beg Middle East dictators to give us a break at the pump. It also turns out there isn’t anything natural about Schwarzenegger or Hogan; both pumped up with steroids, not sheer manliness. There isn’t even anything American about Stallone; he imported his supplements. When our idols have to cheat to win (even our president), are there consequences?

    Through his exhaustive exploration of steroid use, filmmaker Chris Bell finds our collective pulse. Growing up near Gold’s Gym, where Arnold used to train, Chris and his brothers Mark and Mike followed in the footsteps of their idols by submerging themselves in "gym rat" culture. Pursuing football, lifting, and pro-wrestling, his brothers succumbed to the pressure to get bigger, and as a result started using anabolic steroids.

    Are steroids bad? It turns out to be a complicated question, and the film surprised me both in content and in even handed analysis. "Roid" rage? Questionable. Suicide? Doubtful. Side effects? Almost completely reversible. It seemed to me that as far as drugs go, you could do quite a bit worse. The film suggests that the demonization of steroids has far more to do about cheating in sports and political pandering than actual fact. But then what is cheating? In the muddy, multi-billion dollar, and almost completely unregulated arena of sports supplements, it’s clear that sportsmanship can be pretty darn flexible.

    As it should, the film doesn’t offer any simple answers. In sports, as in politics, we feel far more comfortable clinging to something that makes us feel better, even though it doesn’t have to be reality. We no longer live in the era of the superlative, but if we open a realistic dialog we won’t have to live in an era of consequences. Were Schwarzenegger, Hogan, and Stallone wrong? Who knows. Is this film worth your time? Absolutely.

    Opens June 6th at the Landmark Lagoon Cinema.

  • Oh Man, Look at Those Cavemen Go!

    On my first pass through the 2008 Carnegie International, the massive, just-mounted edition of the 112-year-old international art survey that runs through next January at the Carnegie Museum of Art in Pittsburgh, I eighty-percent hated the show. It started with the forced theme, "Life on Mars"–the first time ever that the show has had a separate title and theme–which seemed just a tad mundane for this event. Then it went to the somewhat annoying tagline questions listed on the marketing materials associated with the exhibition: Are we alone in the universe? Do aliens exist? Or are we, ourselves, the strangers in our own world? Is there life on other planets? (What’s this got to do with art?) And finally it passed to the bulk of the art itself–works by 40 artists from 17 countries–which had little to do with any of the upfront hoohah.

    But the hate pretty much stayed upfront. Some time before I finished my first walk-through two hours before it’d begun, I realized my initial impression was misguided. Beyond the buzz and spin, I came to appreciate that there were some eccentrically personal, intriguingly revealing, and beautifully intimate moments in this show. And so, once I much more slowly and purposefully passed through the exhibition a second time, I ended up eighty-percent loving the work in it. Having come to understand what these artists were quietly attempting to do–and not what the curator wanted us to think they were doing–I was occasionally enraptured and captivated by these artists’ eccentric visions and their personal and intimate practices.

    It’s tough to pinpoint a single moment or work of art that changed my outlook on the International, my response being more of a dawning revelation than anything else, but there’s no better artist in the show that I can think to mention than Los Angeles-based photographer/filmmaker Sharon Lockhart. Her work, a series of revealing, full-length portraits of children, each between 8 and perhaps 12 years of age, was tucked in a narrow hallway back behind an elevator and near the Carnegie Museum’s film auditorium. These were titled as a composite body of work Pine Flat Portrait Studio (2005), after the community where the kids lived and which the artist had visited to make the work. The setting for each photo was spare–black backdrop, gray concrete floor–but something about the positioning of the subject–pictorially, emotionally, and narratively–lent volumes of meaning to each image. These kids were rich characters, worldly wise and emotionally mature far beyond what they should have been. Their expressions, so raw and open, unguarded and direct in confronting our gaze, not only nearly leapt from the picture plane to grab the viewer but revealed personality types that reflected our adult awareness of the world back on us. Each of these images is much the same in presentation, yet each is wholly unique. Just to describe three examples, in one a Tom-boyish dark-haired girl stands, mouth set firm, hands folded onto her hips as if she’s just finished washing the dishes, in a slightly amused, just-show-me-the-money sort of pose. It’s the look of the girlfriend you’ve just disappointed for the umpteenth time. Another boy stands with a worried look, one uncertain hand resting on hip like a college professor’s, and one leg forward and slightly twisted in the eternally ennui-laden pose of the artist (the paint stains on his baggy jeans are a give-away). Still another, smaller boy with short hair and gritted lips, his wiry muscles showing through his tank top, has mounted his hands defiantly on his hips as if to dare you to knock him off. Something you said must have really pissed this guy off.

     

    Lockhart’s images are all fascinating character studies, but the value of this work is not in seeing kids reflect the souls of troubled adults. Rather, it is in several secondary realizations. The fact that these are kids is always, meaningfully apparent beyond their surface poses. One of the tough boxer kid’s high top sneakers are untied, for example, revealing the childlike vulnerability and innocence beyond his defiance in an almost heartbreaking way. The cynical girl–hard-set as her look is–still walks in summertime bare feet and wears a shirt with a sparkly butterfly embroidered on front. These sweet, sometimes sad, always intimate portraits reveal worlds to us about the spirit of our times–the ways a troubled culture can affect even the youngest among us–and give us pause to think about our own lives. (Other portraits include a tense young blonde girl in a "Freedom" t-shirt, a precocious boy with a fake tattoo on his art that someone drew in ballpoint pen, and another boy in camo-shorts with a toy rifle hoisted over his head). We end up questioning, while looking at these kids, and because these are kids, in a deep way something about our own vulnerabilities and susceptibilities in a world gone slightly mad. This is like finding catharsis from the Depression-era Little Rascals, if those kids had been, in keeping with our own modern depression, slightly bipolar rather than full of madcap mischief.

    The best work in the 2008 Carnegie International reflects intimate, eccentric, often uncertain moments even as it hints at deeper and vast problems in the society. This is art of the resigned, pitiful shoulder-shrug variety, not of the noisy (and perhaps useless) hammer-thud variety–such as what was on display in such blustery recent shows as, say, the 2006 Whitney Biennial. Many of the personal and intimate gestures of these artists are designed, in fact, to spill out over from the private mind into a public realm, perhaps like pond ripples or a zen butterfly’s wings flapping or other suitable metaphor. Rivane Neuenschwander’s "I Wish Your Wish" (2003), for instance, is a mass of brightly colored, foot-long ribbons stuffed into rows of holes that have been drilled into the gallery wall. On each ribbon is printed a wish, such as, "I WISH I COULD CHANGE SOMETHING." Visitors are invited to take a ribbon and asked to wear the ribbon on a wrist until the object falls apart, at which point (according to a Brazilian tradition) the wish will come true. Visitors are also asked to write down a new wish on a slip of paper and push it into the vacated hole that held the ribbon. The new suggestions will be printed on future ribbons. In this way, via a perfect circle of wistfulness and want, the people will speak their concerns, and then other people will make the sacrifice necessary to make those wishes come true. There’s something sadly beautiful about such a self-feeding circle of wish, even though, of course, it’s an entirely useless gesture in practical terms. Still, futile as it likely is, it seems just as good as any other system anyone’s ever devised to change the world. Same goes with Mark Bradford’s act, in a seeming homage to the futile efforts of New Orleans flood victims to find assistance from someone, anyone willing to help, of placing the words "HELP US" on the roof of the Carnegie Museum–presumably so the Martians can send us succor.

     

     

    That’s the thing about "Life on Mars." The work in it tends toward the useless, beaten up, or pathetic, and it is beautiful because of these aspects. Rosemarie Trockel makes useless, mock sleek-modernist furniture out of ceramic materials that, while inviting in look, is in reality hard and heavy and unpractical–a mockery of a person’s desire for comfort. Manfred Pernice creates a half-finished public works presentation of a mock highway br
    idge project, replete with half-painted vitrines, a highway diorama strewn with empty coke cans, pathetic photocopies haphazardly tacked to the wall, and a video monitor that is stuck on the start screen. Marisa Merz has made a lumbering, duct-system gone-awry, hanging sculpture out of pieces of old aluminum. It nearly fills a gallery space with a rough, hard-worn, and utterly useless beauty, looking like something pulled from the rubble of a collapsed modern high-rise. And Thomas Hirschhorn presents a survivalists’ grotto that has been created out of cardboard, packing tape, aluminum foil, and spraypaint seemingly by a group of twelve-year-olds.

    All of these things revel in their failed attempts to make something meaningful, useful, and helpful. Indeed, their very poignancy comes from the very failure of the human hand to make something worthwhile.

     

    There’s much more work in this show that, while not perfectly in keeping with my this theme of pathetic-but-beautiful human imperfection, is touching just for being somewhere between the small scale of human failure and the vast scale of preternaturally perfect. Vija Celmins’ small Night Sky paintings walk a line between uncomfortable human obsessiveness, and an absolute representation of the sublime abyss. Up close, the small touches and daubs of gray and off-gray paint on a blackish background fall apart into a tense battle with compulsion (each of these small works take multiple years to complete), while just a step or two away they seem perfectly realized visions of the ultimate beyond. Ranjani Shettar’s "Just a Bit More" (2006), meanwhile, is just as obsessive. Comprised of five net-like sheets of what look like green and blue beads connected by thread, on closer inspection these turn out to be hand-rolled and dyed daubs of beeswax the artist has fashioned herself. The surface effect is akin to seeing sea spray from a crashing ocean wave suspended in mid-air, but a viewer’s realization of the work the artist put into this evokes the harder, more humble notion of the common labors of humans to survive by hand fashioning tools like fishing nets. There are other instances of a human push-pull in this show: Haegue Yang’s beautiful geometric origami figures animated on a high-tech high-def computer screen to morph and merge into each other; Richard Wright’s massive gouache wall mural of a thousand directional triangle shapes spanning in curved grids from floor and onto ceiling; Richard Hughes’ strange wall painting of colors on top of each other that are then pulled back like torn wallpaper to reveal layers of color underneath in random patterns.

     

     

    The only down-note for me in the Carnegie International was the quality of the painters included in the show. Most of these five or six artists seemed, likely in keeping with the pathetic human quality of the rest of the show, to be very unsuccessful at their medium. Their painting in general lacked any real expressive craft, approached in a senselessly slapdash way–like a candy-color Francis Bacon, or a less self-aware Richard Pettibon, or a glorified children’s book painter. And, of these, only Paul Thek’s work was variously poetic and rigorous enough to overcome its lack of technical skill. Still, in the end, loving eighty percent of any show is certainly about as much as you can expect, especially when it’s a show as varied, as heavily marketed, and as highly anticipated as the Carnegie International.

     

    To learn more about what the curator for the Carnegie International was thinking as he organized the show, follow this link to "The Man Who Fell to Pittsburgh," a Q&A discussion between Douglas Fogle and Michael Fallon.

     

  • Topless Nymph. Not For You.

    With all the focus on small footprint cars these days, you’d think smart brands like Nissan would send us all their candy.

    The
    "us" I am referring to would be, of course, the middle-aged lotharios
    that long for their youth. And few cars say "younger than
    you should be" than the Nissan Micra—arguably the cutest little button
    of a car ever made.

    But we’ll never see it here. Too small. Too
    tiny. Too darn cute — unlike the Germanic grocery cart called the Smart
    (which I hear is not selling well).

    Having lived for a spell in
    Japan myself, however, I think there is something else at play. Older Japanese men (in particular) are obssesed with youth — more in a pulpish than a
    papal sense, but an obsession nonethelss.

    In fact, the line
    between the automotive and the anthropological in Japan is frequently blurred. Salarymen read catalog-sized comics filled
    with pictures of doe-eyed characters that are overly-defined. Pop "artists" like Takashi Murakami craft nyphmetic sculptures nasty
    enough to make Jeff Koons blush.

    And such is life.

    Which
    is why Nissan can introduce a new, topless
    version of the Micra this year without furthering the fantasies
    of people who really don’t belong in its seats. The
    effect might be totally different if rides like this were released into the puritanical yet
    pornographic pop culure we endure over here.

    They may not be selling us
    this car to save us from ourselves.

    Now go have a sucker.

     

  • Creative Boozing

    ART/DRINKING

    Art Happy Hour 3

    Have you read our newest art bloggers, The Vicious Circle, yet? If not, you certainly should — after you read The Secrets, that is! VC editor, art critic Michael Fallon has his fingers in plenty of interesting pies, including Art Happy Hour,
    which this month just so happens to land at one of my favorite
    neighborhood bars (as you well know) — Clubhouse Jager. Chat with like-minded artsy types
    and sip sumptuous cocktails prepared by "Friendly Freddie," Jager’s
    staple happy hour bartender, and meet the writers of the Vicious
    Circle. I promise, their bark is worse than their bite!

    4-8pm, Clubhouse Jager, 923 Washington Ave. N, Minneapolis, Free

    FASHION
    Cliché 4th Annual Runway Show

    For
    years, a tiny boutique on Lyndale Avenue has been THE place to snap up
    fresh styles by local and independent fashion designers. Run by Josh and Delayna Sundberg, an incredibly chic and clever pair who are major supporters of the Twin Cities fashion and art scene, Cliché
    is your one-stop-shop to instantaneous style-maven status. For the
    fourth year in a row, Cliché puts on a larger-than-life fashion show,
    featuring clothing from local designers who sell exclusively at the
    shop. Such notables as Anthem Heart and Red Shoe Clothing Company
    join in the fun, along with many, many more. So, if you’re looking for
    that perfect somethin’-somethin’, or to update your look, the Cliché
    Fashion Show is your obvious destination.

    9pm, Lake Street Social Center at Plaza Verde, 1516 East Lake Street, Minneapolis, $5


    MUSIC
    Patio Nights Opening

    For
    those of you who were deprived last summer of this ultimately glorious
    outdoor experience, I am happy to announce that tonight kicks off yet
    another season of Patio Nights.
    Relax on the Minnesota Museum of American Art’s fantastic patio,
    overlooking the mighty Mississip, while enjoying some of the best live
    music in the Twin Cities. An abundance of food, drink, and even vintage vinyl will be up for grab, and tonight’s musical guests, Awesome Snakes, are the perfectly peppy punk rockers to reintroduce this popular weekly concert series.

    7pm, MMAA, 50 West Kellogg Blvd, Downtown St. Paul, $5


    FILM
    Mondo Bondo

    Due to intense demand, Fearless Filmmakers brings you a kink-tastic repeat performance of Mondo Bondo, a sellout hit during the Minneapolis/St.Paul International Film Festival. Director Tony Cane-Honeysett’s
    engaging documentary, focusing on sexual taboos and underground
    culture, is sure to entertain pervs of every persuasion. As Honeycutt
    says, "I cannot imagine needing a custard pie in the face
    to have an orgasm, but someone out there does. Everyone has a kink." So stop blushing and snap up your tix before this flick sells out. With
    your ticket stub you’ll also gain admittance to the super secret after
    party that will feature live bondage exhibits, naughty gift bags, and
    more than enough booze to loosen you up.

    8pm, St. Anthony Main Theater, 115 Main Street NE, Minneapolis, $9

  • Cafe Agri: Slow Food, Puritan Style

    Café Agri opened last Saturday in the former My-T-Fine
    Bakery space at 43rd and Bryant Ave. S. in south Minneapolis. That’s
    Agri as in agritourismo, the new Italian
    (and Spanish) vogue of rustic farm-stay vacations where you get to crush
    the grapes with your feet and milk the sheep and eat hearty meals with crusty breads and sausages
    and fettucine and pasta.

    Except you won’t find crusty breads or sausages or fettucine at Cafe Agri. Nor olives or sun-dried tomatoes or anchovies or even garlic.

    Café Agri is the brainchild of Fabrizio Ciccone, who at
    various times has been a partner in Nochee and Arezzo, and still owns Aura in
    Calhoun Square.

    "As Italians," Ciccone explained in a press release, "we
    appreciate the fresh ingredients and country life that combine to bring the
    Agritourism concept to life–that’s why we’ve used it as our inspiration to
    bring this restaurant to Minneapolis."

    This is a restaurant with a mission: "We hope that you join us in learning more
    about how our food is produced and how our food choices affect the rest of the
    world. We purchase as many ingredients as possible from local producers,
    including local fish from Wisconsin and Minnesota. We’ve also partnered
    with the Slow Food movement which is founded upon the concept of eco-gastronomy
    – a recognition of the vital connections between plate and planet."

    Except for one fish entrée, the menu is
    entirely vegetarian, and a lot of it is vegan. Ciccone recently became a
    vegetarian himself, and the menu has an aura of zealous purity about it. Except for Sonny’s ice cream, everything on the menu is prepared without refined sugar, wheat flour, eggs, butter, (and very little other fat or oil).

    The ravioli and crostini are advertised as gluten-free (what does
    that have to do with eating locally or saving the planet?). There is no butter – and very little other fat or oil, but there is plenty
    of tempeh and tofu – as in the hazelnut asparagus and seared maple tofu ($12),
    and fennel-ginger tempeh with sweet onion.

    The mention of Slow Food is a bit misleading – this menu comes out of a
    totally different tradition. The Slow Food people are omnivores – they
    eat meat and dairy and wheat breads and butter and eggs – everything in
    moderation – but they are very principled about where their food comes
    from and how it is produced. Cafe Agri’s cuisine comes out of the old
    puritannical American health food / food faddism tradition that goes
    back to Sylvester Graham and high colonics. (Chef Dan Alvin was previously chef at Ecopolitan, the raw foods restaurant in the same tradition.)

    I can’t say that I enjoyed the few dishes I tried – "crostini" made of unleavened flax "bread", served with a spread made of kale (I think), black beans and onions; grilled vegetable tempeh ($4); a nightly special of roasted red potatoes, asparagus and eggplant, prepared with minimal sauce or seasoning ($12); and a dry "spicy yam hash" topped with a lot of red heirloom beans ($10).

    But I am not the target audience for this restaurant. This is not food for hedonists. This is food for people who regard their diet as an important part of their spiritual journey and treat butter, sugar and flour as defilements of the temple of their body.

    There seem to be enough devotees of this kind of cuisine in the Twin Cities to keep Ecopolitan in business, and I expect that they will also enjoy Cafe Agri.

    Wine and beer arrive in July.The wines will all come from
    Etica, the local company that specializes in fair-trade wines.

    Cafe Agri, 4300 Bryant Avenue South, Minneapolis, 612-822-3101.