I watched Toy Story 3 this afternoon and the melancholy moments that the film projects throughout got me thinking about growing up. I saw the first Toy Story when I was 10. It’s been a while and so much has changed since seeing the film. Such an impressionable age. It was a time right before everything happened, essentially the beginning of the end in many ways. In the film, the toys are ultimately battling against their owner Andy’s growing up. He’s now 17 and going to college. He’s faced with leaving behind what he’s used to, his familiarities and old friends, to transition into his new life as an 18 year old college student. I think that like our ancient ancestors had to migrate for their hunting and gathering, we have to migrate for education and jobs, leaving behind people and bits and pieces of our lives along the way. Nowadays we have pictures to remember, movies to reflect on our own lives during that time and can even give them a call when we’re bored. I wonder what we used to do to remember?

More teen angst memories from when I ultimately put my old toys away in the attic and moved on.

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Whilst wondering through the Fort Greene flea market the other weekend, I happened across this issue of Interview Magazine from the 70’s. As old as the publication may be, the images appear just as important now.

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Arc brings you a very productive activity for your afternoon; you can even create your own Warhol.

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The last in the Teen Angst Journals series. This one started my senior year and took me into college. There’s a lot more of my own photography, 0 pyrotechnics and it smells less like spray paint and more like emulsion. That year I took three consecutive quarters of photography so it was nice to keep a journal. Nowadays my journals are much more subdued with little or no photography. Mostly scrawl and sketches. Something just happens after college. Entitled, That was then, This is now, the cover features a friend of mine from High School at the basketball courts.

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Mark Tansey, Push/Pull 2003.

On May 11th, 2010, works from the collection of Michael Crichton will go up for auction at Christie’s in New York. Who knew? The writer of such classics like Jurassic Park and The Lost World had also been a devoted art collector since the early 70s. Among some of the 31 lots are works by Jasper Johns, Pablo Picasso, Anges Martin, and Roy Lichenstein. He was also into the more contemporary artists like Jeff Koons and Richard Prince. He was known for his desire to understand the artist and felt that in some way he was connecting with the struggles of the artist through the purchasing of their work. His own talent was one of quiet seclusion and introspection, so it should come as no surprise that after great success Crichton would enrich his surroundings. But it still does. You never know about those Hollywood types.

Two years after his death, all the works are quite valuable. There are two $7.5m Picasso’s and a $15m Jasper Johns Flag. Should be an interesting auction, and just two years after…

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So, in my continuing series on potential purchases in a post-lottery win state of mind, I’m adding some additional art to my unbuilt home(s). This one could be a bit early, seeing as how the lottery drawing and the auction are on the same night, however buying millions of dollars worth of art before you have the money pretty much as “the secret” as it gets.

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Tomorrow night’s Impressionist/Modern evening sale at Christie’s in New York has quite the piece, an Alberto Giacometti sculpture, Le Main from 1947. It measures 28 inches long and would be a great addition to the Paris apartment, for an estimate of $10m – 15m. Jean-Paul Sartre gave some words for the introduction to Giacometti’s exhibition catalogue in which this piece was displayed back in 1948, “I can consider separately from the tree itself this wavering branch,” wrote Jean-Paul Sartre, “but I cannot think of an arm rising, a fist closing, apart from a human agent. A man raises his arm, a man clenches his fist; man is the indissoluble unity and the absolute source of his movements.”

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In looking through some of my old books I came across one from 1955, published by The Museum of Modern Art, New York. The book is called The Family of Man, The greatest photographic exhibition of all time—503 pictures from 68 countries. The book is a wonderful record of photography, spanning from the earliest to the modern(50s) and with the quotes scattered throughout I thought it would be something worth sharing.

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For three days in the April of 1996, the belongings of the late Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis where put on display for interested bidders to see. A total of 1195 lots in all were put up for auction including her jewelry, art collection, furniture, private letters and memoirs, clothing and even her green BMW. If you weren’t lucky enough to snag a piece of Jackie O, the nearly 600 page Sotheby’s catalogue was a nice enough gift. Filled with images and commentary about Jackie’s life and her belongings, the catalogue is something to be treasured. I found one in a used bookshop on the Upper East Side in Manhattan and was initially drawn to its connection to someone’s things. It isn’t her life at all but in some ways it’s all most people ever knew about Jackie. Her dress, her pearls, her art and the china they ate off of when they came for a dinner at her house.

So I didn’t win the $244 million lottery last night. But, the good news is, nobody else did either! So it’s now up to $266 million dollars for Tuesday night’s drawing. I’ve decided to take the idea of “The Secret” to a whole new level with, Things I could, maybe would, buy if I won the lottery. Firstly, after some calculations I’ve discovered that the total take home post-tax, post-lump sum option for a prize of $266 would be somewhere around $115m. Here’s some ideas about where all that cheeze could go, post-charity of course.


Herb and Dorothy Vogel with Archie Vogel and a wall of Richard Tuttle works. photo Ben Hoffmann

“MANY THINGS PLACED HERE AND THERE/TO FORM A PLACE CAPABLE OF SHELTERING/MANY THINGS PUT HERE AND THERE.”

The above text is from a Lawrence Weiner work that lives on the bathroom wall of the Vogels’ Manhattan apartment, next to a Sol Lewitt drawing on another wall. Richard Tuttle’s “3rd Rope Piece” is installed next to their front door frame and light sensitive drawings are covered up with beach towels that hang down from the walls. These “artists’ collectors” are legends in the New York art world. For the last 30 years Herb and Dorothy Vogel have been growing a collection of art that’s reached nearly 5,000 from some of New York’s most avant-garde minimalists, abstractionists and conceptualists, all with care and concern for the artists themselves. In the documentary, Herb&Dorothy, you get an entertaining glimpse into their world, their passion and their complete devotion to art.

Pledging nearly their entire collection to The National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., the Vogels never saw the buying of art as something to make profit from. They’ve never sold any of their collection, despite multiple offers and with an unspeakably high value, they’ve still decided to give it all away and continue living and buying from within their cramped rent-stable apartment. Their true connections with artists and their devotion to making it accessible to everyone is something to be greatly admired. Watching this documentary really shows how much the art world and New York has changed. They don’t come like the Vogels anymore.

Be sure and watch the documentary, available for free on Netflix Instant.

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