On Accepting Feedback

The sagest exegesis, however, comes from one of three short, squat, mushroom-Afro’d white teens who emerge from Royce Hall in Acid Mothers Temple T-shirts with ehhh-whatever sneers on their faces. “It’s not that I don’t like feedback,” one of them shrugs, clearly at the beginning of an aesthete’s lifelong journey of cred-proving. “It’s that I don’t like this feedback.”

Terry Riley’s birthday concert; armchair juroring Berlin’s baldfaced copy of the Turner Prize; the New Yorker Festival’s fashion panel.
It’s not all whipped cream these days at the Artforum Diary; there are some sweet berries of art experience there, too.
Deaf Jam [artforum diary]