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We Saw You: Rajun Cajun, Return to Studio 54

I’ve covered the Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival benefiting Porter-Leath many times over the years. I even bought funny bright red caps adorned with (fake) crawfish pincers and crawfish deely boppers, which I wore in photos that I hope were funny at the time.

But it’s hard for me to believe the last Rajun (one of the hardest words to write on a computer) Cajun Crawfish Festival I covered was three years ago. That was the last one before the most recent festival, which was April 24, 2022.

“We had a drive-through last year,” says Porter-Leath communications director Mary Braddock. “And the year before that was canceled.”

This year’s 29th Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival was at the same location — between Wagner Place and Union Avenue. And it featured the same crawfish vendor. “They drive in thousands of pounds of fresh crawfish straight to us from Louisiana. Fresh Gulf crawfish,” Braddock says, “and they steam and season it on sight.”

Prentice, Phyllis, and Shanicka Merritt at Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Neisha Lashay and James Hampton and some crawfish. (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Miles Robinson at Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)

They brought 16,000 pounds this year, Braddock says. “We sold out about 6:30. Thirty minutes before we closed, we were out of crawfish. People were really excited to be down there.”

Once again, I didn’t eat any crawfish at the festival because I didn’t want to smell like crawfish all day. The only place I eat crawfish is at my dining room table, where I can be as messy as I want to be and I can reek of crawfish the rest of the day. Okay, I will eat chef Erling Jensen’s crawfish bisque in public at his restaurant, Erling Jensen: The Restaurant. That is an iconic item on Jensen’s menu. And as an added bonus, someone else did the work of pulling the meat out of the crawfish.

These days, if I attend a crawfish boil, I’ll just eat the potatoes and maybe the corn instead of the crawfish, which, hopefully, the host or hostess will bag up for me to take home.

Now don’t get me wrong — I love the taste of crawfish no matter how much work is involved to get that tiny bite. And the Rajun Cajun festival is one of my favorite events of the year. It’s held in the spring, and people are ready to get outside and party.

Addison Millican and Lila Eudaly at Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)

About 35,000 people attended this year’s event, Braddock says. According to its news release, the festival included “crawfish bobbing, eating, and racing contests.” 

More than 24 gumbo teams competed in the Cash Saver Gumbo Cook-off.

The event included a Kids Area on Riverside Drive, and they also had live music on two stages.

And there were food trucks, including at least one I saw that sold — you guessed it — crawfish.

“Rajun Cajun,” the press release states, “is the largest one-day crawfish festival in the Mid-South.” 

And each year “the festival supports free programs and services that Porter-Leath provides for over 40,000 local children and their families to achieve healthy, optimal, and independent lifestyles.”

Preston Brickey, Greg Floyd, Amanda Deering, and Michael Donahue at Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Brock Cates and Cyrus Rector at Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival (Credit: Michael Donahue)

Where Was Bianca?

A guest experiences “Andy Warhol: Silver Clouds” at the “Return to Studio 54” party at Memphis Brooks Museum of Art (Credit: Michael Donahue)

The “Return to Studio 54” party could have been called “Return to a Memphis Brooks Museum of Art Party.” It was the first “true members opening [party] since the pandemic,” says Jeff Rhodin, director of marketing and communications at Brooks.

It was great to be back at a Brooks party. The event featured performances by High Expectations Aerial Arts and food from Paradox Catering & Consulting.

Everything centered around the Brooks exhibits “Andy Warhol: Silver Clouds” and “Andy Warhol’s Little Red Book.” The party also featured an introduction to Warhol by Brooks chief curator Rosamund Garrett, associate curator of modern and contemporary art Dr. Patricia Daigle, and curatorial fellow Heather Nickels. Daigle was curator of “Little Red Book” and Nickels was curator of “Silver Clouds.”

Bianca Jagger wasn’t there. Nor was Liza Minelli. But some guests dressed in their wildest best to commemorate Studio 54, which was a trendy New York disco back in the ’70s.

Saj Crone and Michael Donahue at “Return to Studio 54”
A High Expectations Aerial Arts member floats through the air with the greatest of ease at “Return to Studio 54” (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Patrick Hendricks and Kerri Campbell at “Return to Studio 54” (Credit: Michael Donahue)
Jeremy Reese, Brooks executive director Mark Resnick,and Jeff Rhodin at “Return to Studio 54” (Credit: Michael Donahue)

We Saw You Cards Are Back

We Saw You cards were all the “rage” at an Elvis 7s tournament on August 9, 2019. (Credit: Michael Donahue)

I passed out my first “We Saw You” cards, which tell you where to find my photos on Instagram, on April 24th at the Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival. It was the first time since before the pandemic that I gave people my calling card at an event.

So, get ready to be inundated at future events with these (non)collectible cards that feature half of my face and other Memphis Flyer info.

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Brooks Museum of Art Hosts Two Andy Warhol Exhibits

This past week, the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art opened two exhibits, both of them centering around pop artist Andy Warhol. Even though most people recognize the artist for his Campbell’s soup cans or Marilyn Monroe in bright colorful prints, these exhibits highlight Warhol’s interest in photography and sculpture.

“Andy Warhol: Little Red Book” contains 20 polaroids, taken by Warhol, of models, artists, and designers at social gatherings in 1972 — as well as one photo of Warhol himself, though it reveals only a sliver of his face. “These particular polaroids convey an informal, casual sort of party scene and really get across more of an intimate setting,” says Patricia Daigle, associate curator of modern and contemporary art at the Brooks. “Photography for Warhol was like a way of life for him. He always had a camera with him at social events.”

To him, Daigle continues, “the polaroid camera was kind of this magic machine in the sense that it could create and develop images instantly. … I think he was very much drawn to the fact that it could be so amateur in that the handheld camera allowed amateur photographers to make images themselves.”

Meanwhile, “Silver Clouds,” a show which first appeared in New York in 1966 and has been recreated in the Brooks, features large rectangular balloons made out of silver scotchpak, the kind of thin material that might be used in packaging. “It’s a fun, unpredictable show in that you don’t know how the balloons will react to your presence in the space. There are several fans in the gallery which is like the original, so the balloons are moving and floating even when no one’s around.”

When the show debuted, Daigle says, Warhol had achieved a considerable amount of fame and had grown tired of painting. “He saw these ‘silver clouds’ as a farewell to painting — as something you could inflate and that would float out into the sky and sort of disappear forever,” Daigle says. “It’s the idea that art is really not precious, that it can be made of everyday materials, and that it can just disappear.” So, Daigle encourages the viewer to reach out and touch the balloons, push them gently into a new direction, and watch them float from one end of the room to the other.

“Silver Clouds”/“Little Red Book,” Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, 1934 Poplar, on display through May 15.

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Life Its Ownself, No Filter

The PGA Championship tournament was held in St. Louis last weekend. It generated a lot more interest than usual, mostly (entirely?) because the legendary Tiger Woods made a serious run at the title.

Golf fans are well aware that Woods has been attempting a comeback for years — with varying degrees of success — but hasn’t won a major tournament since 2008. Last weekend, the formidable Tiger of old seemed to return to form, closing with a rousing 64 and finishing second in the season’s final major.

But this isn’t a golf column. This is a column about you and me and how the very way we perceive the world has transformed over the past decade or so. I’m going there, because on Twitter, Sunday, I saw a post with two pictures, side by side — and the contrast was startling: One was of Tiger’s gallery in 2002; the second was of his gallery last weekend. In the 2002 photo, the crowd was transfixed by one of Tiger’s tee shots. They stared, hands in pockets or holding a drink, mesmerized by his swing, the crack of the clubhead striking the ball, the arc of the little white pellet soaring into the ether. They were savoring the experience.

By contrast, in the 2018 photo, almost every person in the gallery was holding up a smartphone, photographing or videoing Tiger’s shot. Some were even watching the action through their phones. It was a startling visual reminder of the sea change in the very way we experience reality now. So many of us feel compelled to record what we experience — and to share it. Is it just because the technology is there, and it’s easy? Or is there something more at work?

From the days of cave painting, humans have created images of their lives — our families, our travels, birthdays, and weddings, etc. It’s a natural urge, I suppose, to have a visual record of our time on earth, a memory captured — a little frozen piece of time. And why create an image if it’s not to be shared?

Look, I’m old enough to remember the dreaded call you would sometimes get from friends who’d just returned from vacation: “Come over Friday night. We’re going to be showing slides from our cruise.”

Argh. No amount of drinks could ever make tolerable the prospect of having to “ooh” and “ahh” at slides of palm trees, beaches, and dolphins for two hours. (But we did it, because we Midwesterners are a polite people.) So, maybe the best thing about the smartphone revolution is that it has permanently killed off slide-show nights. That’s because everyone posts their vacation pics on Facebook or Instagram now, so all you have to do is spend two minutes scrolling and hitting “Like” 67 times.

We take pictures of everything — butterflies, flowers, sunsets, sunrises, golf tournaments, our kids, our pets, our new glasses, our clothes, our drinks, our cars, our ever-fascinating faces — and that fabulous sous vide pork chop you whipped up Sunday night.

Is all this because we need “likes” — some sign of public validation that we are interesting, witty, clever, beautiful, fascinating, politically savvy, sophisticated, edgy, and/or knowledgeable? I don’t know. There’s a saying that if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Now that we have cameras with us at all times, does everything look like photo? I’m gonna go with “yes.”

We are literally experiencing life in a different way. We’re addicted to documenting what we see and sharing those images to define ourselves to the world at large via social media. We are all documentary filmmakers. And we’re our own favorite subject. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with that, though there have been studies that show that if we are photographing something, we are less likely to remember it. That’s because we’re paying attention to the act of photography, rather than, say, Tiger’s backswing. So maybe we need to put the camera down now and then and take in life its ownself — no filter.

Andy Warhol once said that in the future everyone would be famous for 15 minutes. Now we’re our own paparazzi, and we’re all famous, all the time. Especially you, my friend. You look marvelous. Like!

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Cool Things

“Jay,” artist Lance Turner’s mural depicting Memphis garage-rock hero Jay Reatard, is being installed this week as a part of the “Mosaic” public art project sponsored by the Downtown Memphis Commission. Turner, a photo realist of sorts, likes to show viewers the pixel grid because he thinks painting is an inherently self-referential form. This mural —like the musician who inspired it — goes in and out of focus depending on your point of view. If you’re standing right in front of the mural, it looks like this.

The farther away you move, the more things come into focus. It’s a nifty addition to the neighborhood, and just one part of the ambitious mural project.

Neverending Elvis

Speaking of art inspired by Memphis musicians, who wants to buy three 7-foot-tall Elvises? Andy Warhol’s “Triple Elvis” depicts the King (three times) as a gun-slinging cowboy and hits the auction block at Christie’s on November 12th. “Triple Elvis” is being offered for sale alongside another of Warhol’s celebrity portraits, “Four Marlons,” which depicts Brando as he appeared in the film The Wild One.  The estimated combined price is $130-million, which really isn’t bad for seven of the 20th century’s biggest stars.

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“Andy Warhol Portraits: Art and Irony” at AMUM

There’s a great story about Andy Warhol semi-crashing a party where the invited guests were all top-notch abstract expressionists. According to tradition, it was a heavily intellectual scene, and Warhol had arrived as the guest of his friend and colleague Marisol, who had broken into the New York art scene as an abstract expressionist but was moving more and more in the direction of Pop.

The deeply serious abstract artists were suspicious of Warhol and his paintings of soup cans and sculptural Brillo boxes. Painter Mark Rothko was allegedly overheard asking the host what might be done about the intrusion. And what could be done? After all, the profoundly superficial upstart had arrived with Marisol, a rare and extraordinarily gifted female presence in a notorious boys’ club.

In conjunction with Memphis Brooks Museum of Art’s exhibition, “Marisol: Sculptures and Works on Paper,” the Art Museum at the University of Memphis (AMUM) is exhibiting a collection of Andy Warhol portrait Polaroids, black-and-white photos, and silkscreen prints. “Andy Warhol Portraits: Art and Irony” looks at the New York scene through the lens of Warhol’s camera and contrasts those shots with portraits of American turmoil and tragedy.

“People always talk about how Warhol commodified things that hadn’t been commodified before,” says AMUM Director Leslie Luebbers. “Today we might say that he monetized these things. He turned them into money. Even a photograph of the Birmingham race riot. And a picture of Jackie Kennedy. He was able to monetize tragedy.”

The U of M’s exhibit was assembled both as an enhancement for Brooks’ show and to resonate with another AMUM show collecting images of the civil rights movement from the archives of the Memphis Press-Scimitar.

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The Brooks’ “The Eclectic Sixties”

courtesy Philip Pearlstein

Philip Pearlstein’s Female Model On Bed, Hands Behind Back

Of the roughly 9,000 works in the Brooks Museum collection, only about 3 percent are on display at any given time. Of that displayed 3 percent, fewer than half of those are delicate works on paper that are only allowed (by curatorial dictum) to see the light of day once a decade. A fraction of that fraction are contemporary and modern works on paper.

Courtesy Red Grooms / Artists Rights Society (ARS)

Red Grooms’ Portrait Of Paul Suttman

With this circumstance in mind, you should really make a trip to see the masterful 1973 Philip Pearlstein drawing Female Model on Bed, Hands Behind Back, currently on display in the Brooks exhibition “The Eclectic Sixties.” It is not one of Pearlstein’s more famous works (the artist is better known for his mammoth and psychologically rigorous nude oil paintings), but it is a candid and beautiful example of what simple line work can do to describe the human body.

The Pearlstein drawing, along with other works in the “Sixties” exhibition, is on display through September as part of the Brooks’ summer focus on the decade. “The Eclectic Sixties” and another small show are intended as support for an important retrospective of the works of mid-century artist Marisol, set to open in June. Marisol’s work will dominate the museum’s lower galleries with “The Eclectic Sixties” operating as a descriptive entry-point to the retrospective.

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Ted Faiers’ Woman With Cat

“The Eclectic Sixties” is entirely comprised of works culled from the Brooks’ permanent collection, including a loosely brush-worked portrait of sculptor Paul Suttman by Red Grooms, a 1971 psychedelic bust of a woman holding a cat called Woman With Cat by Memphian Ted Faiers, and a neon Andy Warhol series, “Electric Chair.” There is a cool 1966 “photolithography concertina” — an accordian-style photo book — by Edward Ruscha titled Every Building on Sunset Strip.

Courtesy David Parrish

John Parrish’s The Eagle Has Landed

The exhibition is almost evenly divided between collage and assemblage-based works — the sort that might have been made from Alphabet City garbage and old Polaroids — and colorful pieces in the Pop Art canon. Most works are from the ’60s or early ’70s, though a few pieces are from much later and reflect a strong period influence. One of these later works, John Wesley’s 1998 Showgirls, is the purest Pop piece in the entire exhibition; it would be difficult to guess that it was painted 35 years after the peak of the style.

The inclusion of later works and the exhibition’s loose approach to hard genres (Pop! Op! Surrealism! Assemblage! et cetera) is refreshing. Too often, work from the period is curated with stiff reference to over-defined mid-century art movements or with reductive historical explanation about American counterculture and societal shifts. The Brooks exhibition sidesteps that. The works in the show feel intimate, left to their own devices.

Courtesy Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

Andy Warhol’s Electric Chair

The Eagle Has Landed, a large photorealistic oil painting by John Parrish, is the poster-child for the exhibition, not only because it is dominant and flashy (it depicts a greaser with his motorcycle on the moon), but because it brings together many of the other works in the show — it is figurative, accessible, and very human but has a hard-edged chromatic coloration that seems advertising-inspired. The headspace of the painting also seems dead-on: a moon that is a fantasy landscape that is the desert, somewhere between Las Vegas and the stratosphere.

“The Eclectic Sixties” at the Brooks through September 21st.

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Printing Money:

“Don’t pay any attention to what they write about you.

Just measure it in inches.” Andy Warhol

David McCarthy stands in the downstairs gallery at the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, nodding sympathetically at a wall full of oddly colored camouflage prints like a police psychic attempting to mentally bond with an object once touched by a murder victim.

“It’s hysterical,” he concludes, snickering a bit. While others might look at the wall and see only a bunch of crazy colored camo, McCarthy, an art history professor at Rhodes College, husband of Marina Pacini, the Brooks’ chief curator, and the author of Pop Art, a concise, generously illustrated tour through the Warhol era, sees another perfect example of the catty artist’s deadpan wit.

“This was also a way for Warhol to approach abstract expressionism,” McCarthy adds, which is a polite way of suggesting that Warhol’s outlandishly imagined camo samples aren’t merely outlandishly colored camo samples. They are also a shout-out to 1980s hip-hop culture and a dig at the self-absorbed romanticism of mid-century art stars such as Willem de Kooning and Jackson Pollock, neither of whom would greatly appreciate having their work compared to commercial hunting gear.

Warhol’s name has become synonymous with pop art, a visual art movement born in the 1950s and characterized by the appropriation of images and themes from comic books, print advertising, and other aspects of popular culture that would have previously been considered unfit subjects for a fine artist. According to McCarthy, this appropriation of vulgar imagery resulted in part because painters like Pollock and de Kooning so completely dominated their field many artists felt that abstraction was blocked to them.

“The whole point of camouflage is to blend in with your surroundings, right?” asks an amused McCarthy, who is teaming up with his wife to bring a little context to “The Prints of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again),” a bright and bracing exhibition featuring 63 prints and five paintings on display at the Brooks through September 7th.

“There’s absolutely nothing about this camouflage that blends in,” he says.

“I never think that people die. They just go to department stores.”

— Andy Warhol

It’s been 20 years since Warhol, the bigwig of American pop, blew up his last silver balloon and floated off to shop with Elvis and Marilyn Monroe at the big department store in the sky. But even now, only a month away from what would have been the artist’s 80th birthday, it’s difficult to look at his cartoonish renderings of soup cans and movie stars without asking many of the same old questions: Was he America’s great visionary artist or simply one of its most colorful capitalists? Was he a prankster or a traditionalist struggling to civilize rude new materials and vulgar subject matter in the shadow of abstract expressionism? Or was he P.T. Barnum with a paint brush?

Flower, 1964, Founding Collection, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh

“The great thing about Warhol is that you never really know for sure,” Pacini says, standing next to her husband beneath one of Warhol’s aggressively red Elizabeth Taylor prints. But McCarthy offers yet another choice.

“Why can’t he be all of those things?” he asks, adding that it’s always difficult to turn to Warhol’s own commentary for answers.

“Whenever anybody asked Warhol, ‘Hey, where’s the meat?’ he always answered, ‘If you really want to know who I am, it’s all right there on the surface of the artwork.'”

Warhol wasn’t the first artist to sample images from Americana and consumer culture, yet his work is singularly iconic within the international pop art movement. McCarthy and Pacini agree that Warhol’s savvy pursuit of notoriety, combined with his uniquely American attitudes regarding art and commerce, is what set him apart from pop art peers like Roy Lichtenstein, James Rosenquist, and Tom Wesselmann, who all have work on display in “Pop Environment,” another exhibition currently on display at the Brooks.

“Instead of making just one painting, Warhol made prints,” McCarthy says. “That increased his market share. Then he diversified his portfolio by branching out and making films and promoting rock-and-roll music — and it didn’t hurt that the band he promoted was the Velvet Underground. He promoted the Warhol brand endlessly and hired a publicist in the 1960s so that his name would be in the media somewhere every week. And not just in stories about art. He might be on the society page, because he’s been at some party with a lot of celebrities. Suddenly Andy Warhol was the big name.”

$ (9), 1982, Founding Collection, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh

By contrast, acclaimed artists like Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns both picked up commercial work designing department store windows but didn’t like talking about it. Warhol was never ashamed of his commercial work. From his earliest days as an illustrator in the mid-1950s, he was front and center as both a creative force and as a brand name. According to McCarthy, this is the thing that still rubs some people the wrong way.

“As a culture, we somehow want our art to exist outside of economics,” McCarthy says, setting up the artist’s paradox. “At the same time, we’re hard-wired because of our culture to immediately wonder what a piece of art is worth. So if we read in the paper that a painting by Francis Bacon just sold for $24.7 million, nobody cares what Bacon was about, because we now know a Bacon is worth $24.7 million.”

Camouflage, 1987, Founding Collection, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh

In addition to having a diversified portfolio and exceptional marketing instincts, Warhol knew how to build networks that reached to the heart of various cultural movements. Looking at one of Warhol’s famous flower prints — an appropriation of a Patricia Caulfield photograph from a 1964 issue of Modern Photography magazine — McCarthy remarks that it may be a kind of homage to New York’s Peace Eye Bookstore and other participants in the 1960s peace movement who were connected to Warhol by way of a vulgar anti-folk band called the Fugs.

Warhol, who left an estate variously valued between $100 million and $800 million, also extended his business analogy through his “factory,” McCarthy explains, referring to the storied 47th Street art studio Warhol kept from 1964 to 1968. “Only this factory would be powered by stars,” he adds. “The stars whose images he used, like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor, and also the ‘stars’ in his movies.”

Electric Chair, ca. 1978, Founding Collection, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh

“There’s a flip that happens,” Pacini says, referencing the big red print of Liz Taylor. “There’s a period where Andy is painting famous people. Then suddenly he’s as famous or more famous than the people who want him to do their portraits.

“There’s this great Warhol quote,” Pacini says, turning her attention to a smallish pink and red dollar-sign painting and paraphrasing Warhol: “‘People buy a $250,000 piece of art so they can hang it on the wall where other people will see it and know they have $250,000 to spend on a painting.’ Then Warhol asked, ‘Why don’t they just hang the $250,000 on the wall where people can see it?'”

“Being born is like being kidnapped and then sold into slavery. People are working every minute. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.” — Andy Warhol

Seeing a large sample of Warhol’s work can be confusing, because it’s so tempting to write him off as the superficial character he played. And then you stumble across one of his electric-chair prints or an ambulance disaster from his “Death and Disaster” series. You realize that in spite of his reputation, Warhol was actively engaging in many of the great cultural debates of the middle 20th century.

Campbells Soup I: Beef, 1968, Founding Collection, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh

In one of his more candid interviews from the early 1970s, Warhol even admitted to harboring political yearnings. When asked if he’d be a better president than Richard Nixon, the spacy wit known for answering reporters with comic non sequiturs became unusually animated and engaged.

“I sure would,” Warhol boasted. “The first thing I’d do is put carpet in the streets,” he said. “And money for everybody.”

Money for everybody. How radically populist. Suddenly his best-known artistic pronouncements all sounded like twisted campaign promises: Fifteen minutes of fame for everyone; Campbell’s soup and Coke for everyone.

“What’s great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest,” Warhol once said.

“You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you know that the president drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the president knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.”

“Maybe that’s his end-run around socialism,” McCarthy suggests, strolling past prints of Reagan, Mao, Lenin, and a bottle of Chanel No. 5. “He turns socialism into capitalism. Maybe it’s his way of saying that capitalism can transform any sort of resistance into money. And into a lifestyle.

“His really is the great Horatio Alger story,” McCarthy concludes, reminding us that Warhol, who grew up in Pittsburgh as the son of Eastern European immigrants, was a first-generation American and the son of a coal miner.

“He started with basically nothing,” McCarthy says, “and he completely redrew the map for what it means to be an American artist.”

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Snap, Crackle, Pop

“A good reason for being famous is so you can read all the big magazines and know everybody in all the stories,” wrote Pop Art innovator Andy Warhol in his book The Philosophy of Andy Warhol: (From A to B and Back Again).

Warhol was obsessed by fame. And fame, it would seem, was equally fascinated with Warhol. Few artists ever approach the level of wealth and recognition he knew in his lifetime. The artist’s shockingly unnatural-looking wig is instantly recognizable as are his infamous paintings of Campbell’s soup cans. His overplayed prognosis that in the future we’ll all be famous for 15 minutes evolved from gross cliché into unsettling prophesy in the wake of Internet sites such as YouTube and the rise of reality TV.

Warhol’s double obsessions with the concept of celebrity and the comic potential of trash will be on display when the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art opens the appropriately titled “The Prints of Andy Warhol: (From A to B and Back Again),” a survey of 63 screen prints and five paintings representing the artist’s most famous works. Think of it as a party where Marilyn Monroe and Jackie Kennedy share Coca-Colas, while Elizabeth Taylor chats with Chairman Mao over a nice tin of tomato soup, and Warhol stands enigmatically in the background (next to a cow) mumbling about how great everything is.

“The Prints of Andy Warhol: (From A to B and Back Again)” opens on Thursday, June 14th, and runs through September 7th at the memphis brooks museum of art. Admission is $7 for Adults, $6 for Seniors, and $3 for students.

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U of M To Receive Warhol Photos

The University of Memphis is one of 183 universities selected to receive original Polaroid photographs and gelatin silver prints by the late Pop artist Andy Warhol.

The photos and prints are being donated by the Andy Warhol Photographic Legacy Program in recognition of its 20th anniversary. More than 28,000 of these works, valued at $28 million, will go to university and college galleries. Each gallery will receive approximately 150 photos.

The photos are expected to arrive at the Art Museum of the University of Memphis in January.

The foundation’s goal for the donation to provide greater access to Warhol’s work.

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Fame and folly at the Factory: a defense.

Andy Warhol, the fey, charismatic, bewigged avatar of Pop Art, must be some kind of genius, because even 20 years after his death, any commentary on or exploration of his life and artistic legacy creates controversy. Factory Girl, the provocative new biopic about former Warhol muse Edie Sedgwick, has already thrown people from Village Voice film critic Nathan Lee to New York rocker Lou Reed into spasms of frustration and outrage. Their howls are totally justified, not because the movie is bad — it isn’t — but because it dares to explore the toxic social consequences of superficiality, sarcasm, and artifice, a subject that survivors of the 1960s New York art scene apparently wish to suppress.

The relationship between working-class bohemian Warhol (Guy Pearce) and high-society wanderer Sedgwick (Sienna Miller) forms the core of the film, and Pearce’s and Miller’s mesmerizing performances make clear that Warhol and Sedgwick fulfilled each other’s depthless needs for love, affection, and approval. For a while, this glamorous couple lives the typically fantastic life that gay men and their pretty but damaged straight “girlfriends” are supposed to lead. She brings him clientele and publicity, he reaffirms her beauty and stylishness, and together they get into all sorts of life-affirming trouble as they storm Paris and Manhattan. Edie’s descent from superstardom begins when she starts to dabble in drugs, but the rift between Sedgwick and Warhol widens when Sedgwick becomes enamored of a Bob Dylan-like singer-songwriter (Hayden Christiansen) who tries to get her to look closely at her surroundings and realize that, in the women’s-lib ’60s, she’s being crassly exploited.

At first, Christiansen’s clenched-larynx portrayal of Dylan is so ridiculous and wrong that it nearly defies description. But by turning “Dylan” into a “musician” (and thus a metaphor for art with both image and substance), the film’s compelling set piece is established, a re-imagining of one of the famous “screen tests” that took place in Warhol’s Factory. According to Callie Angell’s superb new book, Andy Warhol Screen Tests: The Films of Andy Warhol, Dylan sat for two such tests, and while both men respected each other’s work, a certain “competitive scorn” for Dylan emerged in the Factory after he encouraged Sedgwick’s split from Warhol. In contrast, the “musician’s” scorn is the focus of the scene, as he questions Warhol’s intentions, filmmaking skills, and the rationale behind his coy, disaffected poses. The musician correctly sees the real damage that stems from the way the hip artist and his gang worship the surface of emotions, conventions, and images while retreating from the messy complications of everyday human interaction. The damage wrought by Warhol and others consumes the rest of the film, just as Sedgwick’s desperation, psychological trauma, and addictions consume her.

Factory Girl‘s fact-fudging and flights of fancy are totally fine with me for two reasons. First, they generate genuine curiosity about Warhol’s cinema. (I’d love to find some copies of his movies.) Second, they dare to question the irony and aversion to sloppy but sincere emotion that mark much of the cynical popular art that’s churned out for public consumption these days.

“Factory Girl”

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