I might have written this review before, but here goes. Worm
Carnevale seems like a good guy. I met him at the gallery, he was outgoing,
earnest and enthused about the show, as he should be. It’s a large one-person
show in Bushwick of photography, a very rare thing that should be cherished and
protected in hopes that there will be more of them. That said, they are polaroids
(in the sense that kleenex is a synonym for tissue) of young, cool-looking
people frolicking and often naked. The immediacy of the polariod process
certainly fits with the energy of the images, but at this point one has to work
very hard to escape the never ending supply of young people taking quick free-form
pictures of their often naked young friends. (A side note: God bless Joann
Verburg for providing pictures of occasionally naked older people close to her).
At times Carnevale rises above the Vice-like
scrum with such pictures as a believable, almost beheaded naked Asian man in bed
with a naked Asian women posing next to him, which as these thing go, is a step
up from a Dash Snow shot of a person doing coke off an erect penis. But I still
feel I’ve seen most of this before, which is fine. Everyone gets to be young
and make crazy pictures of their friends at some point. It’s just that these
shows always make me feel that my life up until now has been pretty tame, and
for some unfortunate reason the majority of my friends, while a handsome bunch,
have stayed relatively clothed in my presence. But then again, I am spending my
Saturday night writing this.
Already Down
Fuchs Projects (56 Bogart St. #1E, Btw. Harrison &
Grattan Sts. Bushwick, NY)
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