He contained so much art and vision as to be a scene unto himself. Then he faded from view.
After alienating lovers and collaborators alike, Eastman was evicted from his apartment in the mid-’80s. Most of his scores were bagged and carted away—eventually lost to history. Details from his homeless period are sketchy (or contested), but it’s generally agreed that he lived in Tompkins Square Park and also suffered from some form of addiction. After he died, alone in a Buffalo hospital at age 49, it took eight months for an obituary to be published. Continue reading
Views of the Time Square Show (organized by Colab), 1980. Photo collage by Terise Slotkin
With AIDS decimating the creative landscape, there was hardly a fight. The loss of a collectivized concept of art—at least as a mainstream process—is powerfully felt in the isolation of present-day artists, who for the most part are more willing to identify with previous generations than their own peers. It is a great victory for consumerism that even the most radical among us have chosen to filter ourselves through arts that have been authorized by corporate distribution.
via Crossroads of the (Art) World |Paris Review
“I lay these fragments before you. What has since been rebuilt now reverts back to its former state of skeletal ruin. The dead reappear, hurry about and whisper their siren songs into your ear.”
(from the introduction of Night Walk)
Night Walk is dedicated to the memory of those who died in the scourge of AIDS and violence that gripped the East Village during the 1980s.
via Night Walk | Ken Schles on YouTube.
After a four-year restoration set in motion by community groups and an anonymous $20 million donation, St. Brigid’s Church, built in 1848 on Avenue B and Eighth Street, has reopened.
via The upside-down ship’s hull in St. Brigid’s Church | Ephemeral New York
The outrageous creative spirit of the 70s and 90s Manhattan art scene is coming to the festival in London. Dorian Lynskey meets some of the curator’s fabulous friends
I’ve been photographing the streets and subways of New York for the past 30 years. When young people today look at my shots from the 1980’s, they are aghast. To them, New York of the 1980’s is almost unrecognizable. And they are right. Some older people are nostalgic for “the good old days.” Continue reading
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