The thing I don't get, Monte, is that you're this city's leading clothier, yet you come into my gallery with your pants hiked up over your belly button and your shirt blousing out like a muffin top. So no, I will not sell you the Byars. That same no applies to the Huebler.
Intriguing article by Catherine Wagley in Contemporary Art Review L.A. on mid-20th century L.A. gallerists Dwan, Copely, Butler and Mizuno. Only a matter of time before this history gets the film treatment.
But what would that history look like, as film? Yet another case of women (gallerists) serving men (artists), or a case of artists giving half of everything they make to their dealers in exchange for whatever their dealers make from the sale of their artists' work?
photo: Malcolm Lubliner
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