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Once a year, the New Yorker descends into self-​​parody in order to sell expen­sive real estate to high-​​end adver­tis­ers and bump up issue sales. They call this the style issue, and I car­ried it around for a week befor I even opened it and man oh man is it a waste of time. They con­front such com­plex prob­lems as coun­ter­feit hand­bags and where to shop in Dal­las, TX while throw­ing in a cou­ple of extra reviews of art and archi­tec­ture. Not even the first 30 or so pages are free of com­mer­cial blight; music critic Sasha Fere-​​Jones pens a few words for ‘critic’s note­book’ review­ing the viral mar­ket­ing cam­paign for the forth­com­ing Nine Inch Nails album, which he refers to as an artform.

I don’t mean to be closed minded here. My art is all about scav­eng­ing the pop cul­ture waste­land, pre­sent­ing what I find quth a mix­ture of rev­er­ence and dis­gust — that’s what I do. But where’s the disgust?

I will say though that when­ever the New Yorker does a dou­ble issue, they run some pretty hilar­i­ous cartoons.

Posted on Monday, March 19th, 2007 at 8:23 pm