Labels:text | screenshot | black and white | font | black OCR: 4. I won't go into what I know, which isn't much, about the personal and collective histories that enter into Sullivan's long-running human comedy. I'll simply note that the work documents denizens and folkways of a mostly New York, mostly art-world semimonde so consistent in its manners that we may be at a loss to say, based on style clues, which photograph was taken twenty-five years ago and which last summer. We will demand captions for a few images that are peremptorily fascinating. Who is that lady who is oh so elegantly pissing in a nocturnal street? It is the late, great Cookie Mueller, if you must know-and you must in order to appreciate the picture's ironic majesty. It is the East Village in the nineteen-eighties of Our Lord on planet Earth, gift- wrapped. (It should hang in the S ...
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