April 06, 2004
WRINKLY IN THE WRONG KIND OF LIGHT
In the Guardian’s parlance: Lucien Freud’s work is "Supremely tough. Ruthless even... [sans] facile emotional posturing.”
They're all jaunty and poorly lit. Just like the Barracuda Club, and boosters gunning for Mai-Tais. It's a good place to leave before bar-time; your humble guest-host* declines non-alcoholic drinks garnished with plastic flowers, as a general rule.
Would it be acceptable if I—playing Rod on the bob-barker-frere-jones.com (R.I.P. ROD)—meta-linked to Our Hero's latest New Yorker mastapiece?
* This one, anyway; there are more! Hi!
Posted by Julianne Shepherd at April 6, 2004 06:23 PM | TrackBack