What would happen -- I have wondered -- if some of the deadpan hipster apathy of "Zombie Formalism," and also some of its grim self-confidence, were to hybridize with Conceptualism? Could "Zombie Conceptualism" be next?
How is it that at a time when most all forms of cultural production have their future set in digital distribution, the very first art-criticism publication to recognize the power of the Internet has closed?
In late 1997 I heard that Mike Wallace, the legendary 60 Minutes reporter, had been in town to do a critical story on the Boston Globe's reporting about Ray Flynn's relationship with alcohol. So I called him up.