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Paula Cooper's 
building, center, 
with additional 
real estate 
opportunities to the 
right and left.

Paula's facade. 

Paula's raw space.

Taxicab garage on 
21st Street.

The future home 
of Metro Pictures, 
with unrelated truck.

Zucca restaurant

The now-closed 
Canal Lumber

Michel Auder

David Krueger's 
atomizer ball.

Peter Schuyff's 
baseball at 
Curt Marcus

Peter Schuyff

AC2K's window box.

gallery yenta
by Anastasia Aukenstein 
Oh I know, I know. It's the middle of summer 
and nothing's happening, everyone's on 
holiday, no one's doing anything. Except for 
Guggenheim director Thomas Krens, who's 
keeping busy trying to take over the 
American Center in Paris. The Gugg was 
denying exactly just such a report the other 
day, so you know it's true. A nice little 
high-tech Frank Gehry palace in a Paris 
suburb, that would only take $6 million a 
year to run? Krens could handle that in his 
sleep! They say he's also looking into 
Portugal as well, hopefully something near a 
beach. He's the Donald Trump of the art 
world, I tell you.
Well, I've been so busy with this and that 
that I have lots of old news to catch up on. 
You'll forgive me, I know, since you've been 
working so hard you didn't notice anyway.
Didn't notice what, you are wondering? Well, 
darlings, for one thing, a slight change of 
personnel over at the New York Times art 
section. Pepe Karmel, out. Charles Hagen, 
out. People say that Karmel, a recent hire 
for all-around art reviewing, complained too 
much about the low rate of pay and made too 
many mistakes. As for Hagen, the photo-guy, 
they say he couldn't meet his deadlines. I'm 
sure that none of it is true, just the 
bosses covering their asses. So don't sue 
me, boys, I'm only reporting on the gossip. 
The newspaper of record brung in some tried-
and-true talent to fill-in--photo critic 
Vicki Goldberg and former Times art-news 
reporter, Grace Glueck, recently reviewing 
for the weekly New York Observer. Ho-hum. I 
don't know whether I should applaud the 
increase in the female-to-male ratio in the 
art section or not. Go get `em, girls.
Old habits die hard, but we all have to make 
some changes. For instance? For instance, 
don't go to 155 Wooster looking for Paula 
Cooper anymore. She's outta there as of June 
29. Boo-hoo! Paula was the first art dealer 
to move to SoHo, and has been on Wooster for 
23 years and was at 96-100 Prince for five 
years before that. "On the third floor, with 
no elevator," she says. Paula reopens in 
Chelsea, at 534 W. 21st St., in November. I 
took a snapshot of the building so you could 
see what it looks like, which right now is a 
concrete floor with four crumbling brick 
walls around it! But it's just a block away 
from her house. Yeah! Meanwhile, I hear that 
Chris D'Amelio and Lucien Terras, her two 
right hands (?), have decamped to start up 
their own dealership, who knows where. Did 
they take any artists with them? Are there 
any artists left to take? Oops, who said 
that? Not me!
Who else is going to Chelsea? Our favorite 
conceptual art gallery, Lisa Spellman's 303, 
is moving there--Lisa told me what street 
but now I can't remember. "I'll tell you the 
address in a couple of weeks." Okay Lisa 
anything for you. Richard Anderson is moving 
over there too, location to be announced, 
and expects to open in mid-October with 
works by Lee Gordon. I got a card in the 
mail about how Paolo Baldacci is moving out 
of 41 East 57th to 521 West 21st, which 
presently is an operating taxi garage(?). In 
case you haven't noticed, Paolo shows great 
Italian contemporary classics, like Balla 
and Fontana, as well as some local kids like 
Medrie MacPhee and Chris Lucas. And by the 
way, people say that the peripatetic, funky 
art dealer Jose Freire is moving to Chelsea 
as well, but his phone is disconnected and 
his e-mail account too! Hmmm.
Who the heck else is moving to the far West? 
My friend Xavier La Boulbenne, who has been 
director of Max Protetch for the last couple 
of years, is opening his own space, called 
XL (his initials), upstairs from Jessica 
Fredericks at 504 West 22nd. The lovable 
Bill Maynes, over in the East River Savings 
Bank building at Lafayette and Spring, is 
looking around. Bill, have you found a place 
yet? And what about the Triple Threat moving 
to 513-523 West 24th? (See photo.) Matthew 
Marks, Metro Pictures and one other gallery, 
I forget who. Have they started work there 
yet? Your hardworking correspondent wandered 
over just the other day and listened hard 
for hammering, all in vain. Maybe it was 
lunch time. So complicated it must be, 
coordinating the particulars between the 
three of them. Well, I'm sure everything 
will be ready to open in October or 
November. It'll be beautiful.
I peeked into the neighborhood's only real 
haute cuisine restaurant, Zucca, at 10th 
Avenue north of 23rd Street. Now this is the 
kind of place an art dealer can take a 
client! The lunch menu looked nice, I was 
going to have the salad with seared tuna, 
but after seating me at the bar the waiter 
ignored me for 15 minutes so I left. Maybe 
he thought I was looking for a job!
Back in SoHo, things are hopping down at the 
low end of Wooster, too. Annie Philbin's 
Drawing Center, at 35 Wooster, was hoping to 
expand next door, into that ground floor 
space where Pat Hearn used to be, to have a 
gallery for solo artist projects. But it 
fell through! "I'm heartbroken," Annie said. 
Next door, at 41 Wooster, Anna Kustera is 
opening her own new gallery, to show Ron 
Baron, Amy Jenkins, other people. Anna was 
director at Chassie Post, where some of her 
artists were too. Hmm. Did you know that 
poet Arthur Solway, of the Cincinnati 
Solways (where you go to get a Nam June Paik 
if Holly's out of town) has become director 
of Peter Blum, at 99 Wooster? And that Fiona 
Howe, called the "pierrette" of Marlborough 
Gallery for some reason, I'm sure I don't 
know why, has become director of Paul 
Kasmin? And of course you know that Jeffrey 
Deitch has bought that lumberyard down by 
Canal Street for those giant, funky 
installations he has such an affection for, 
lord help us. 
Oh I know it's just awful, all this real 
estate news, but it seems that nothing 
happens in the New York art world in the 
summer except for million-dollar building 
sales. You remember that lovely building at 
155 Mercer where the lovely Dia Art Center 
had all those panel discussions and lovely 
dance performances? It's been sold to the 
Joyce Theater. A weird restriction on the 
deed requiring the building to be used for 
performing arts probably kept the price low, 
maybe under $5 million. Or even less. You 
know Dia, money runs through its fingers 
like water! 
And here's another funny thing I just have 
to tell you about that building that dates 
back to when it was a center for those 
spinning monks Dia liked so much. Dia had 
built a special trough in the men's bathroom 
for the monks to wash their feet in, an act 
they regarded with some degree of piety, I 
would think. Except the only problem was 
that our lovely New York man, even him who 
came to Dia dance events, would use the 
trough to relieve himself, as if he were out 
at Yankee Stadium or some other excessively 
masculine site. Very nice.
August isn't the best of months, I would 
think, for either art shows or movies. All 
the same, Julian Schnabel's Basquiat is 
scheduled for August release and has already 
received a very positive review by Bob 
Colacello in the current issue of Vanity 
Fair. Who would think that the sad tale of 
Jean-Michel's rise and fall would make a 
good movie? What did his life have besides 
celebrity, bohemia, drugs, fame, riches and 
early death? I'm sure its very well done, 
even if Julian forgot to invite me to a 
preview. Sigh. By the way, speaking of 
movies by artists, I heard that Cindy 
Sherman's gothic tale of a serial office-
murderer is in rough-cut shape and to be 
released next year. It's pretty gory. And 
she's such a nice person, too.
Actually, I did manage to go to at least one 
art show this month. That nice man Curt 
Marcus put together "The Baseball Show," a 
summer extravaganza of over 60 artworks, 
most being painted baseballs but others 
doing other things, like Michel Auder's 
video he shot of the brawl at the 1977 New 
York Yankee World Series. Among my favorites 
was a piece by David Krueger, an up-and-
coming photographer who is also in charge of 
the Artists Space Artist File on a volunteer 
basis. His entry, called Balls for Men and 
Women, is a shiny bronze atomizer modeled on 
a standard Rawlings Official American League 
Peter Schuyff, who had drawn a kind of 
turtle-shell pattern on his ball with a 
"ball"-point pen--ha, ha--was there. I 
overheard him telling someone that Tony 
Shafrazi hadn't sold a single painting out 
of his recent show! And those were beautiful 
works, all 3-D spheres. "I made Tony buy 
some himself," Peter said. 
I also heard Carlo McCormick, who is not an 
artist but a writer (a contributor to ArtNet 
Magazine, in fact), say that his entry, a 
ball covered with his trademark minuscule 
handwriting, had sold for $500. Carlo had 
written a paean to one-time Pittsburgh 
Pirate pitcher Doc Ellis, who threw a no-
hitter in 1971 while on LSD. Ellis said that 
home plate looked as big as a barn door and 
the pitches left comet trails. Carlo himself 
was once called "the Acid Prince" by High 
Times magazine, you know, though I'm sure 
that kind of thing is all in the past now.
We're also looking forward to the summer 
show at Colin DeLand's American Fine Arts. 
Can you imagine, opening a show in SoHo on 
July 25? It's by that nice group of young 
people who call themselves Art Club 2000--
now abbreviated to AC2K. The show is called 
"SoHo So Long," about the move of the art 
scene from downtown to Chelsea. They've 
already built some planters for the outside 
(see photo). Ha ha, those things look 
familiar. I think the show will include many 
familiar SoHo neighborhood icons, and is not 
to be missed! The kids are major.
Well, that's about it for today. Keep those 
notes and letters coming, and try to stay 
cool, in more ways than one. Bye!
Anastasia Aukenstein is a pseudonym for Joe