so christo and jeanne-claude have decided to wrap central park in tons of fabric blah blah. You can read about it here. i can't be the only person who thinks this can't be the best place for this sort of thing. i like big weird public works and all, but i don't think nyc is going to be singing burt bacharach songs and playfully chasing each other around rippling swathes of springtime color when this goes up. i see a pile of filthy rags inside of 72 hours, thousands living under those rags in 72 hours and 30 seconds, and maybe some surprisingly cheap fabric shopping in chintatown.
i don't know who that woman was at the press conference - jeanne claude i'm guessing - but she was waving her arms around and pointing like vanna white on crack. i couldn't be sure, but it seemed she was doing the sign language version of christo's prepared statement for an audience of non-signing mimes. and she looked like the raelian running clonaid, only with a worse haircut and without that funny look that says "i may be kooky, but i have a better sex life than you." it's a pretty weird day when a successful artist has less common sense than a wannabee ufo-abductee/dr-frankenstein, less fashion sense than a biotech ceo, and possibly less sex appeal than either.
that also makes way too many kooky french people in the headlines recently. what happened, have they been so emboldened by the wave of anti-american sentiment now sweeping the globe that they had to remind us all that there are still perfectly good reasons to keep hating the french? did they take a break from hating arabs, figuring the americans had it covered, and suddenly find themselves with too much free time?
anyway, i have a proposal. christo wants to turn central park, the living room of nyc, into his little art project. i suggest that nyc return the favor AND out-conceptualize him, new york style. it's very easy; completely cover christo's house in toilet paper. go on, it'll be funny. later on we'll go egg the clonaid chick's house.
