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Queer Intimacy From Mapplethorpe and Goldin, Plus More Art This Week

Hikaru Fujii, The Primary Fact, video still, 2018, seven-channel video, 73 min. Courtesy of the artist. (image via ISCP / Facebook)

The Primary Fact
Opening Tuesday, June 26 at the International Studio and Curatorial Program, 6 pm to 8 pm. On view through October 12.

Did you know there is a recently-excavated mass grave in Athens, Greece with contents dating back to 7 B.C., including “eighty shackled skeletons” with great teeth? Artist and current resident at the International Studio and Curatorial Program Hikaru Fujii does, and he’s spent a lot of time documenting and learning about this curious piece of history. The result of this work will be on view in The Primary Fact, the artist’s first solo exhibition in the U.S. It features predominantly video and photography, focusing on the “inconclusive scientific viewpoints” that have emerged about the grave, its contents, and its history. In addition to displaying actual imagery from the Athenian grave, Fujii also assembled a group of Greek men to recreate the choreographic moment of mass execution (presumably due to a political coup) that led to this grave in the first place. Keep Reading »

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Tonight: A ‘Scandalous Dance Party’ For a New Book of Sex Club Photos With Text by Nan Goldin

6643c3_1ab760c918264ef1beb4505dededb9f3.jpg_srz_p_404_576_75_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_jpg_srzYesterday the Times assured us that — somehow — live peep shows still exist, calling them “a glimpse of Times Square’s sordid past.” Well, if you want to glimpse the sordid past without being seen going into Playpen, head to Bizarre tonight for a “scandalous dance party” to celebrate Bizarre Publishing’s new book of photos by Jean-Christian Bourcart, with text by Nan Goldin. The champagne-fueled fete will double as the “opening ceremony” to an exhibit of Bourcart’s photos at the Bushwick bar’s Black Box Gallery.
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A Documentary Turns the Camera On Nan Goldin

Nan Goldin shot to fame with her visceral, heart-wrenching photographs of the drug-addled, sex-strewn lives of her East Village “tribe” in the late ’70s and early ’80s. Despite her Bostonian roots, everything about the photographer—her art, her voice, her hair, her trademark chain-smoking neuroticism—screams New York.
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