george condo. the stockbroker, 2002.
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condo was a close friend of my mother’s when i lived in the city as a kid. i remember wheeling an old-fashioned buggy carriage full of little ratty dolls around his home while these two figures loomed, dissatisfied, over me. she’s got a doll too - i thought - why does she look so angry about it?
i still associate condo’s bizarre characters with specific emotional states. apparently, so does kanye west.
a recent exhibition of the dude’s work opened at the new museum in january, runs through may 8th. who wants to meet me there w a buggy?
