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Venus Over Manhattan Delivers Art in the Form of Cars

December 7, 2013

One of my favorites: the BHQF’s ode to love and violence. Video of Sid and Nancy Spungen plays from the windshield; a mysterious voice brings up the a bullet-point history of Carl Andre and Ana Mendieta, Volkswagen, and Frida Kahlo.
Richard Phillips made this Playboy car in collaboration with Playboy. Insert some type of “the world of art and commerce has come full circle” joke here. Ugh.
Here lies the remains of what used to be a truck, but what then became a target for an annual machine-gun festival in Kentucky. Now you know that type of festival exists. (Lucien Smith, “The sound of the engine still running and for the last time they locked eyes, together again in the end,” 2013.)
Franz West topped off this Rolls Royce with a curly penis. Or a curly french fry.,  
At first glance, the trunk to Tom Sachs’s ’89 Chevy Caprice looks innocuous enough.,  
But no. Don’t let the D.A.R.E bumper sticker fool you, Tom Sachs made one brilliant creepster-mobile, with bomb-making materials in the trunk. The inside dash has a note reminding the driver “DO NOT CONSENT TO A SEARCH.”,  
Foreground: Richard Prince, “Vanishing Point (The Artist Cut),” 2012-13.,  

Venus Over Manhattan Delivers Art in the Form of Cars

By Corinna Kirsch 

Take an elevator to the 7th floor of an open-air parking garage, and you’ll find Piston Head, an exhibition of over a dozen artist-designed cars, motorcycles, and trucks shipped from all over the world. It takes a whole lot of money to make that happen—and it’s that very same display of wealth that perfectly sums up the Miami art fairs. From a Rolls Royce with a wormy, penis-like hood ornament to a Damien Hirst dot-covered Mini Cooper, these undrivable cars make it clear that art is a quite funny, though impractical luxury good.

 Here, artists range from embracing the gloss of the upper class to shooting it full of holes (Lucien Smith’s rusty, bullet-riddled truck); no matter what, they can’t escape its influence. It’s uncomfortable to admit that this may be the way of the world—and why I’m in Miami—but it’s the truth. Venus Over Manhattan knows how to cater to this crowd—as a plus, the skyline view is gorgeous.

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