I was at a dinner party the other evening and the dude had a Richard Prince painting hanging there on his wall. You know, just hanging up there, enjoying living on the wall and having people like me walk by and do a double-take/ drive-by/ statue-stance that looked like this with my mouth open to the floor for a good twenty-minutes of my life. It was only until I was noticed as missing, and a small army of troops came to retrieve me, did I leave. Why can't I have a Richard Prince painting? Jealousy shot through my spine, the way you get jealous when you see a little kid that gets to eat McDonalds and you secretly want to devour his McChicken, but you know your trainer will kill you if he sees you even thinking of McLoving that McChicken? Similar feelings here; similar jealousy. Richard Effing Prince kind of jealously. Earlier last year, Prince had a show at Gagosian that made him shoot up to being one of the most coveted and expensive living artists in America; I'm talking top 10, which is like whaaaat.
This dude is insane. His work just keeps getting better and better. I would love to own a joke painting someday. By the time I can hopefully afford one, the price will probably be so high that it would be the choice of owning a loft on Greene Street (Assuming, of course, that I can actually put 20% down in the next few years and acquire a reasonable mortgage rate, which is totally unrealistic. I do believe real estate is a great investment... in developing cities, not NYC... you have inflation hedges, tax shelters, new income sources, value growth; okay, now I'm just trying to look smart when talking about real estate, which I know absolutely nothing about, except for the basic concept of hedging) or owning a Richard Prince Joke Painting and being homeless, maybe homeless in Prada, but homeless nonetheless.
So far, the highest price for a joke paining is $3.2M at Sotheby's NYC for White Woman (1990), earlier last year. As of right now though, the Joke Paintings (my favorite, if you can't tell) are totally undervalued for what they represent. If you can afford a cool few millie's, I say long Prince and long them Jokes. On an entirely related note, Richard Price's new "Fashion" exhibition just started at Nahmad Contemporary in New York City until April 18th. I'll be going next week to check it out. In respect to Mr. Prince and his swingin' aesthetic, I decided to be a little 60s with my outfit.
Coco wears a Marc Jacobs Camel Dress, Dries Van Noten White Collared Shirt, Zara Beige Trousers, Saint Laurent Patent Heels, Italian Camel Leather Bag.