Whatever you do, don’t tell Murray Moss he has good taste. “I know that’s meant to be complimentary, but good taste doesn’t exist,” he explains in a new series of video interviews created by Phillips de Pury & Company on the occasion of the Moss-curated art and design auction held today in New York. “It’s not what I would want if it were able to exist.” Keep reading—or at least clicking—below for the full series of enlightening shorts, in which Moss expounds on the devaluation of décor (“Let’s rename it in a more palatable way, and let’s call it collage.”), how to live with art and design, and the sensual delights of sipping Coca-Cola through the most delicate of Lobmeyr glasses.
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Most of us were too busy slamming orange gin drinks, slumming in tattoo parlors and stalking San Francisco-based industrial designers to care anything about the real reason everyone had converged on Miami for this high-humidity gathering. So, like, did anyone, like, buy anything? The LAT’s Janet Eastman (who is delightful; we met her at Stefan Sagmeister‘s party) says, eh, not so much:
The frenzied buying that many have come to expect at Design Miami never materialized for some exhibitors. Was the downturn in the economy to blame? Have rising auction prices for collectible furniture led to unrealistic expectations here? Was there too much competition from what’s snidely called “artmageddon,” the two dozen other art and design shows, showroom events and museum exhibits within a five-mile radius? Or is the market just beginning to see how few people are willing to spring for a $450,000 Jean Prouve vault ladder?
Not even Michael Ovitz, who was granted an exclusive audience with designer of the year Tokujin Yoshioka, bought anything. When the Big O doesn’t throw down the AmEx Black, we’re all in trouble, right? Not necessarily: Murray Moss sold two of his five pieces seen with him here, which just so happen to be named Robber Baron: Tales of Power, Corruption, Art and Industry.
Switching gears from the South Beach scene of Wednesday night, we found ourselves last night in the inland Design District, where familiar faces and serious fun made us feel right at home.
After a stop at the OLPC party, we witnessed the VIP rope drop at the Design Miami preview, where a swell of eager design groupies swarmed into the Moore Building. With that scene a little too, um, eager, for our tastes, we had more fun getting lost in the blocks nearby…
The driving forces behind Design Miami: the unbelievably gorgeous Amber Medda, and the equally dapper Craig Robins.
That handsome man facing the camera is Murray Moss, standing in his satellite store.
This place totally blew! The Campana Brothers, Constantin Boym and Paul Haigh all blowing glass live throughout the night.
The thrill of seeing the white-hot neon silently announcing itself among the darkened boutiques was absolutely unmatched by any other retail debut in this town. It looks right at home here, actually. Yes, Moss has finally brought its New York design extravaganza to Los Angeles, but it feels like they left a few things behind. For one, the store itself isn’t much of a store–or a museum–at least not yet. There were only about a dozen pieces out last night, and only one encased in Moss’ signature glass boxes.
But back to the party. The pretty, male crowd was made up of mostly deep-pocketed clients–we guessed from the number of people who could list what Moss purchases they had made in the last year–and lots and lots and lots of press. Guests anxiously anticipated the refreshments from Centovini (the Moss-owned restaurant in NY), but it was actually just ‘vini–white, of course. And to quote one well-dressed woman who squawked nosily as she walked towards the door…”What? No gift bags?”
As for the “Glitter & Smoke” theatrical nature of the opening, besides the stunning columns of crystals–shimmering, glamorous perfection and oh-so LA–the scene was predictably fabulous, but much more demure than we’d expected. Maybe if Maarten Baas had burned the piano on site? Imagine the theatrical nature of Murray Moss trying to micromanage that!
We are, right now, holding in our hot little hands this six-paneled invitation–white and black, of course–heralding a fact we uncovered ourselves a few months ago but were told to keep quiet about: Murray Moss and Franklin Getchell are opening their second Moss store here in LA on Thursday. (Friday for non-invitation-holding peeps).
The disappointingly subdued opening will include such ho-hum entertainment as a hanging garden of eighteen Swarovski chandeliers by Georg Baldele, limited-edition pieces by the Campana Brothers and Tord Boontje, and a vintage Steinway baby grand which is to be played and burned by Maarten Baas. We know, yawn.
In the meantime, read up on Moss the man in this nice piece by Vanity Fair from a few months ago. Party report and photos to follow, but don’t worry: We promise not to touch anything.
You can’t spend the whole ICFF inside Jacob K. Javits Convention Center, you know. Well, you can, but eventually the Tord Boontje ripoffs will start to trigger laser-cut psychedelic flashbacks, causing you tear off your clothes as you hump the nearest Prettyves Behar seating prototype and rendering you blind in one eye.
Last year, this article in the Architect’s Newspaper highlighted offsite events, which mostly hold true this year, except for the fact that BKLYN DESIGNS was last weekend and there’s no Altoids Living Spaces in Williamsburg this year (maybe because judge Karim Rashid has his own gig).
The Meatpacking District’s listings have grown, and major buzz swirls around HauteGREEN, whatever Murray Moss touches and Tobias Wong‘s store. Find it all with the all-new Core77 Design Week Guide Google Map–parties marked with martinis, of course.
But please be careful. You can only look at so many gorgeously-rendered wood tables or “get it?” design puns before you’ll start to succumb to design fatigue. Unlock your knees, grab the specialty cocktail of the nearest alcohol sponsor, and do not, do not, look directly into the lacey floral curtains. You were warned.