Jeff Koons in the New Yorker
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Has anyone else gotten to read the profile of Jeff Koons in this week’s New Yorker? I haven’t gotten to read the whole thing yet but seriously, it’s laugh-out-loud funny, and in a good way. I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know that much about Koons. Of course, I’ve seen his work on trips to the country’s various major collections of contemporary art (the basketball in the equilibrium tank is at MoMA right now, I think. I’m pretty sure I saw it there a couple weeks ago). Learning a bit about the artist obviously adds layers and complicates what a layman could presume to be more or less standard postmodern fare, though I’m not sure I would go so far as to agree the thesis of the piece. It begins, “If art is ever delivered from the grip of postmodern irony, a large share of the credit will go to Jeff Koons.” Though, as I said, my frame of reference on this is miniscule and I’m only three pages into the profile. So I may write something more on this later. Or I may let this stand as my definitive view of Koons. Or, who cares.
The article is not available on the New Yorker’s website, but there is a slideshow of all the works discussed in the piece.