Hakim Bishara

At Tribeca’s trendy Spring Studios, I found an art fair in denial.

“I don’t think anybody believed I could be an artist,” the 82-year-old painter told Hyperallergic in an interview.

Gaza is everywhere across the artist’s Guggenheim show, but you wouldn’t know it.

“I’m not so interested in photography anymore,” Goldin told our senior editor. “That should be the headline,” he replied.

The artist’s latest show belongs in the toilet — and that’s exactly where he put it.

“Best Booth”? No, thank you. This year, we honor the real standouts at the fair, from the shiniest artworks to the most Duchampian.

Is this year’s fair a reflection of a tired, oversaturated, and complacent art market, or am I looking for excitement and discovery where they can no longer be found?

Her sculptures for The Met’s facade commission look like they’ve always been there, Frankensteined in the bowels of the museum’s ethnographic collections.

As mid-October rolls around we’re enjoying some serious and not-so-serious art by Carrie Mae Weems, Mala Iqbal, Lady Shalamar Montague, and others.

Maurizio Cattelan swims in the same swamp as those he pretends to parody.