Steven Parrino at Kunstmuseum Liechtenstein

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Eventually attitude dissipates and there is a museum of very well attended to objects. Attempting to maintin the attitude of angst and destruction with white gloves and acid free cotton swabs and lighting like the heavens they've been beamed into. All the silvery veils. All punk eventually sells Cola-Cola, becomes nice, attempting to discern all the difference between this and Pollock.

Steven Parrino at The Power Station

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The slick seductive surface of James Dean wrapping his vehicle around another thrown through glass, rolling across the pavement, the shiny waste of his wreckage, the waste of something beautiful. David Fincher. It’s cool to watch violence. Wet things across pavement. Entropic angst, saying no to dad and smoking indoors.  It feels anti-authoritarian to buy a leather jacket. It doesn’t matter that the jacket is pleather, it's that smoking indoors feels [fucking (ed.)] good.