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Tuesday, November 13, 2021

bite me
After reading about Damien Hirst’s latest dead-animal artistic display, I couldn’t help but make the trek uptown to see it with my own eyes.

So it is that I found myself in the lobby of Lever House this afternoon, gawking at tank after tank of formaldehyded livestock carcasses. Quite the sight.

Most might focus on the centerpiece of the installation: The giant-sized tank containing an armchair, birdcage with taxidermied dove, strings of sausages and — oh yeah — two complete sides of beef, all arranged in reminiscent homage to Francis Bacon’s “Painting”.

Me? I sought out the shark tank, which I camera-photoed above. It stood out because it was grouped with the 30 other tanks containing sheep carcasses with accompanying heads. Closer inspection revealed further distinctions: While each sheep tank was on a spotless metal gurney, all accompanied with identical glasses of water and a neat, small pile of sand, the shark’s gurney was overflowing with scattered bric-a-brac, and marked with splotches of what looked like dried blood. I guess the contrast was intentional.

The only other noteworthy thing about the sprawling installation was the use of the wall clocks: All were spinning at different speeds and in different directions (some clockwise, others counter). The cabinets filled with perfectly-lined medicine bottles provided some appropriate background context, but nothing more.

My conclusion? Hirst has a thing for sharks.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 11/13/2007 10:06:37 PM
Category: Creative, New Yorkin'
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high and tight
That title is not a declaration of support. Rather, it’s a simple acknowledgment of what’s becoming a horrifying fait accompli: The fauxhawk, that fake mohawk of a hairstyle, appears to be here to stay.

Why do I say this? Because I see it every single day while walking the streets of New York. It seems to have become the ‘do of choice of the twenty-something professional and semi-professional male. This, despite being tagged as passe back in 2004 and, when that didn’t stick, a declaration of jihad against it the subsequent year. Improbably, in an age when fashion fads seem to expire within months, this hair expression has survived and thrived.

Today was the topper for me. I actually spied a 50-something woman sporting a blonde fauxhawk! Somehow, the look has leapt the gender divide. There’s no stopping it now.

So go ahead, boys and girls — embrace it. Just follow the steps and look like a latter-day Ed Grimley. I’m actually glad my follicle-challenged scalp won’t allow me to join in.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 11/13/2007 09:07:12 PM
Category: Fashion
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