I was walking around Great Jones Street in lower Manhattan recently and came across the place that Basquiat lived for a time in the 80s. (Now it’s owned by Angelina Jolie. More on that, here.)
That got me thinking about the artist, so I went searching for more on him and came across came across this, from 1988. It’s something like an obit for Basquiat that focused on the “hazards of sudden success and fame” (from the New York Times.) He deserved better.
Speaking of better, here’s a better piece on Basquiat in California. I tend to think of him solely as being in NY, but he travelled around in his short life.
Finally, it turns out that art forgery is a bad idea: After Fake Basquiats, Orlando Museum Faces ‘Severe Financial Crisis’ (from the New York Times). Quelle surprise!
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