Ugh, this is so terrible. I am not sure what to say about the
over-worked photographs that look like paintings. It’s as though Yancey
Richardson is becoming one of those SoHo galleries that deal in things that might
qualify as art, but don’t make any sense in the context of the last thirty years
of art history. It’s like they are pioneering an avant-garde of tastelessness.
Through Jul. 3rd
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