The Playboy artwork that almost made me cry
From our UK edition
I did not mind seeing a naked woman, with metal strapped to her thighs, climb up a rope into a bell and hang upside-down inside it and be its clapper. I liked the way that a body became its plumed weight. But it did not make me cry, as it did my wife and daughter. I’m talking about an exhibit at the Venice Biennale by the way. Whatever his intention, Yassin has restored the dignity of these girls The show confirmed my sense that contemporary art is an enjoyable hunt for needles in haystacks. The trick is not to mind the ninety-five per cent of hay, which mostly resembles an A-level show at a very rich international school. Anyway, I found a needle. I almost walked past because photography seldom grabs me.