Warhol's "Silver Car Crash" sold for $104.5 million last night at Sotheby's in New York, which was either too little, or too much.
In the Shafrazi island, Warhol and Basquiat are up on this little isthmus together, a little spit of land.
You can easily spend an afternoon taking in post-1945 works by Warhol, Picasso, or Polke.
In Warhol it found its self- image, ready- made for idolatry and mockery.
Whereas you can always place one of his followers, as someone who is doing “that Warhol thing”.
In Warhol it found its self-image, ready-made for idolatry and mockery.
Most surprising was her wise sanity, as she looked more coolly than Mapplethorpe on Warhol and the lure of "uptown."
Appropriately, then, one of the few really smart buys of the night was that Warhol “Statue of Liberty.”
There were lavish vacations, trips to the Oscars, pricey artworks from Warhol, photographs from Avedon.
No direction dominates, or at least no longer than the 15 minutes of fame that Warhol prophesied.
