April 1993

 

A review comes out in Flash Art by the art critic, Adrian Dannett, who I poured the wine over his head and he says, "I'm New York’s most convincing strung out enfant terrible and generally lethal at parties."

 

It is interesting that Adrian Dannett has deliberately excluded all the relevant facts pertaining to this vaudevillian incidence. 

 

At a party for Damien Hirst, I was sitting on the couch minding my own business having a quiet drink of club soda, when Dannatt and his entourage approached me.  Dannatt mockingly screamed out at the top of his lungs "Look whose here - it's the editor of "Dogshit" magazine.  I graciously accepted his compliment, politely excused myself and walked across to the other side of the room.  Dannatt hastily followed with his groupies and then claimed that he had coitus with my wife to the snickers of his ghastly disciples.  He broadcasted that I was a "pompous wanker", which his skinhead girlfriend repeated like an autistic savant on amphetamines.  He also called me a "mean moody outsider" and sarcastically inquired when I was going to become an insider. 

Afterwards, he expressed that he would like to fuck me in the ass - several times, to more chuckles of his congregation.  I responded by politely asking his sidekick for a sip of his cabernet sauvignon which I sl-ow-ly poured over Dannett's head, baptized him and walked off.

Obviously, one can understand why Dannett would artfully leave out this pertinent information in his art review of my work.