Catherine Wagley

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Interview with Feodor Voronov

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In grad school, my studio was kiddie-corner from Feodor (or Theo) Voronov’s. I was always there and he was there more often than I was. I respect smart people who do the work, or people who are smart because they do the work, and seeing them get better and better and get recognized for it is sort of a thrill — it means the world[…..]

Three Ways to Look at Famous Legs

L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley My favorite photograph in MOCA Los Angeles’ newly opened Weegee show is the one of the crime photographer turned expert ogler with Marlene Dietrich’s legs. It’s a riff off another Weegee image, “Self-portrait with Marlene Dietrich,” in which the photographer leans in, smiling in a pandering sort of way at the actress,[…..]

Time Cycles

L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley That week Pacific Standard Time, SoCal’s Getty-funded, 60-plus institution push to excavate its own post-WWII art history, officially opened, I popped into a gallery showing a great selection of new work by an older artist. Is this an official Pacific Standard Time show, I wanted to know. “I don’t really know what[…..]

Chandeliers, Wrought Iron and Other Luxuries

L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley When photographer Larry Sultan was growing up, his mother hired a decorator to “cozy up” their new San Fernando Valley home with its marble floors and 12-foot fireplace. The decorator had red hair, tight pants and lipstick that always spread beyond the limits of her lips. She brought in shag carpets, candelabras,[…..]

Things with Birds in Them

L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley I am in Wisconsin this week. My uncle picked me up at the airport Monday, and, within minutes, had reminded me that Madison was filled with nothing more than zombies and liberals—I’d come in to the Madison airport, but he and my grandmother live an hour’s drive out—and had asked me if[…..]

The Lived-in Look

L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley Over Thanksgivings, which my sister and I spent with our aunt and grandmother in Atlanta, all of us used to go to the Atlanta Christmas House. It’s always a big, newly renovated or newly built Victorian-style mansion in which everything is up-to-date and in its place. A local designer has decorated and[…..]

Situation Rooms

L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley York Chang always wanted to be a Latin American artist. The complication with this was that he wasn’t: wasn’t from Latin America, hadn’t grown up there, didn’t have family from there. As he described Wednesday, at Paper Chaser’s X-Ten Biennial, an evening over which arts professionals talked for ten minutes each about[…..]