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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Christopher Williams at MoMA

Christopher Williams at MoMA

MoMA finally succumbing to its role mass incarcerating tourists - its expanding culture-industrial complex finally warranting destruction of neighborly competition to further house its prisoner-patrons - yet, MoMA, still desiring relevancy to the system, art, whose name it bears and not merely to the throngs from which it happily accepts 25$, delivers the academic-respectable retrospective of Kapital p Photography godhead, Christopher Williams.
Walking through the space it’s a nice gesture but hard to see the decades’ work or installation subtlety amongst the brambles of families asking themselves aloud, literally “When do we get to see Matisse?” the Frenchman whose tickets are timed before you can even get in line and so the Williams show acts as a sort of slumbering-area for the masses awaiting the carnivale nearby. The punchline to this whole joke, is that there is no punchline at all, the wall texts have been eliminated, and so people stumble through blind, somnambulist mass searching for their trip but nothing does and awake to find themselves in line for Matisse. Whether because they are completely acclimated to the lie of photography or too tired to care who knows, but MoMA needs to stop doing these shows here for anyone who wants to actually see.