Semen, Skulls, Sex, Drugs and Infamy
Gather around the fire because New York Magazine has a story to sell. This week’s tale, Chasing Dash Snow, is the story of Dan Colen, Ryan McGinley, and Dash Snow, artists of the so-called “Bowery School” of art. It’s an interesting read, but the article’s search for an explanation of Dash Snow and his work only comes up short and rehashes a old news, so we’ll just side with IRAK crew’s own review, penned by Kunle: “A great big wack story, unless you’re Dan or Ryan, then you came out smelling like roses.”
Rather than sharing some colorful anecdote about Dash, as we’ve done in the past, we’re borrowing another example of Kunle’s on point wordsmanship from the article.
Kunle was there, too; a camera crew making a show about him for the Sundance Channel trailed his every move. A little white kid in a baseball hat came up to him and Kunle said, “You had a smart mouth, and that’s why you got smacked the other day. I’m Earsnot and you’re Naw: Don’t forget it.” Simon Curtis, out of jail and in a tie-dyed T-shirt, laughed at this.
And we’re laughing too.
