Walking into Tate Modern's members' bar I feel like a total class traitor....ha-ha!
"ANYONE ELSE HERE THAT WAS BORN IN A COUNCIL HOUSE?!"
(I don't shout)
"YOU STINKING CIGAR-SMOKING BASTARDS AND YOU SCENTED FASHIONABLE COWS!"
(I might have also shouted, but didn't)
Mooching about in the rooms we came across a Gustav Metzger manifesto from 1962, first distributed at the Misfits evening at the ICA London the same year.
Just as Punk's supposedly destructive energy has been well and truly appropriated, so too has Auto-Destructive Art, of course. The appropriation of the artist by the bourgeoisie. The revolution will be curated, d-ahling..
In another room, a small exhibition of some György Kepes photos, which are first class. Here's R with Compass (1939-40)...'R' for Robin, geddit?
(tags: Gustav Metzger, György Kepes, bourgeois appropriation, photomontage, Robin Tomens ruins your view)