Richard Prince, Third House, American Dream

Richard Prince bought the house next to his Hamptons house. Maybe this will become Third House? Looks cool, kind of sinister.

Found Architecture:

First House - images of First House, 1993 Artforum feature on First House, 1993 LA Times article on First House.
Second House - info on pre-fire Second House, first visit to ruined Second House, VBS.TV visit to pre-fire Second House, my show at Second House, something.
Third House? - Corcoran listing, with many pictures... SOLD!

RELATED: Richard Prince at the Guggenheim.

at second house

before...


after.

Richard Prince at Second House, on VBS.TV

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The third and fourth installments of VBS.TV's Richard Prince visit have been posted...

VBS.TV, Richard Prince, part 3 of 4 - in the studio... joke paintings, clay car, books.
VBS.TV, Richard Prince, part 4 of 4 - a winter visit to Second House.


My photos posted here were taken this summer, after the house was hit by lightning.


Sid Vicious was here.


Untitled Living Room.

RELATED: Links to the first and second Prince/VBS episodes are at the bottom of this Richard Prince at the Guggenheim post. Thanks, Peter Sutherland.

Richard Prince

I made a pilgrimmage, to Richard Prince's Second House, not knowing what I might find.

I'd read on Artnet last month that it had been struck by lightning and destroyed, and wanted to go and see what, if anything, was left. I was surprised to find anything still standing...


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Car from window. It's a '73 Barracuda! Matte!!!


Crawling with wasps! Wasps everywhere, including the hood, all entries BLOCKED.

Why is it is so perfect???


It was too good to be true.

RELATED: an NYFA feature was published less than 24 hours after I posted that first image. Wow. I went on Tuesday, they must have visited sometime before that.... but, I like my pictures better, even though they are just cell phone pictures.

baby killer house

Leigh Viande's photographs taken inside a long-abandoned home in Baltimore.... the neighborhood story is that the woman who lived here killed her toddler.


The house is filled with years of creepy graffititi; not art or tagging, just vengeful stuff about children and murder.


This is interesting to post after the Buchel/massMoca posts... something real, not hyper-real... not precious, strategic, or manufactured...

also in that this non-sanctioned "installation" shares a sense of mystery... we see the result, but are unsure about exactly what has happened.

stitchy japanese house

Look at this crazy house! This was close to the ARCHITECT house I posted earlier, in Nagaoka or Niigata ... and very unusual. It was padlocked from the outside, but didn't look abandoned. I wish I could have seen inside.

Look at all the nails...I can't help but think of Philip Guston's piles of hairy legs and shoes, pointy-headed figures, all of his stitchy linework.




Wonderful.

ARCHITECT

An old house in Japan.. I think this was in Nagaoka, although it might be Niigata. One of those two, definitely Niigata prefecture. I lived in Nagaoka for a year...

I'm (always) trying to organize all my crap, going through old papers and photographs, but I keep getting sidetracked on the content... and wanting to scan things onto the internet. The recent Markel Building post is compelling me to post more examples of interesting architecture.

Isn't this a cool old house? Most of wooden Nagaoka was burned down during WWII, but this looks to pre-date the war. Here is another view, it's almost under the Shinkansen tracks. Nagaoka now holds - on the anniversary of it's firebombing - the biggest and most beautiful hanabi matsuri (fireworks festival) in Japan, on the banks of the Shinanogawa. So pretty... great memory.

I met the most interesting old man in Nagaoka. He was in his 90's, spoke excellent English, and kept a cluttered third-floor office full of amazing things. He learned English in the States, before the war (he travelled all over America)... and after the war began he was assigned to run a prison labor camp, I think in Malaysia. He told me about how hard the prisoners had to work and that every morning he would assemble everyone in the yard for exercise, and give a motivational speech, in Malay. He told me that he would thank them for their hard work and suffering, not having enough to eat, but that after the war was over and they won, everything would be great... "but we didn't win".

Then.. HE became a prisoner. There were so many Japanese spread out over so much of Asia that the best and quickest way to isolate them was to round them up and keep them on various uninhabited small islands. He said they had no clothes, food, medicine, or shelter and that many many men died on the island. I asked him what he ate and he said that they would stamp on snakes and eat them. Their feet were so calloused they were like clubs.

Okay, this is not so much about art. I did this same thing yesterday talking about Press, but didn't like seeing all that on my ART blog, so I moved most of that biographical text to the comments. Maybe I should start an Interesting Old Man blog... it would include Fred, Paris, Haigh Jamgochian, Charles Ware, Press.

Okay! Ladies also! I can't leave out Mildred Greenberg!!!!!

i knocked on his door

I knocked on his door.

Well... first I called two phone numbers on the signs and got prayer lines that didn't know who he was or what I was talking about... then I called the number looking for the sign stealer and let it ring about twenty times and nobody answered... THEN I went up and banged on his door for a while, but nobody came... then I wrote a note and put it in his mailbox... then finally as I was leaving he answered the door.

I was hoping to put one or two of his signs in a show I am organizing, but he isn't interested. He's a little bit interested, or maybe curious, but not enough to take any of them down, and says he doesn't have anything extra inside. His main concern is catching the sign stealer, and making sure I am not the sign stealer. The current sign stealer... as people have been taking them, intermittently, for forty years.

Once he was convinced that I am not the sign stealer, he went back inside to get a warmer shirt on and came out on the porch to hang out and talk. He said he has a hobby... he can guess anybody's age, height, and weight, within three years, an inch and a half, and five pounds. He was off by eight years and two inches, but claimed he got two out of three right because he backtracked and said height within two inches.

He also said "I'm a poet. I can make a rhyme, anytime, on a dime"... long pause... "that's a fact, Jack"... followed by "I know you're name's not Jack, I just said that for the sake of the rhyme".

After that it was all about Jesus and The End of the World. It was funny because he would be preaching and then segue into something real-world, like sports or catching the sign stealer... "He is an angry and jealous God, and I'm gonna get that sign stealer". It really bothers him that someone would take them.




Sign stealer, you are bad!!

Sign Stealer

Someone stole his Let's Pray sign. What does he mean by "conviction"? Is he having doubts?