Jean Laporte was among the first to offer an alternative to mass perfumery by founding L’Artisan Parfumeur in 1976. He made it famous, then left it in an attempt to revive the true art of perfumery. In 1988, Jean-Francois Laporte founded the house of Maitre Parfumeur et Gantier, inspired by the great French perfumers of the 17th and 18th century. Perfumes and perfumed gloves is what he sold in his boutique on Rue D’Opera, Paris. He used a secret antique process that permanently embedded an enduring fragrance into the fine skins which he made his gloves from. Amazing. The house of Jean Laporte is owned now by Jean-Paul Millet Lage, who was taught by Jean Laporte. After leaving his second successful project, Jean Laporte continued his way futher to the roots of perfumery. He founded Le Jardin du Parfumeur in Burgundy (according to Denyse Beaulieu).
Jean Laporte couldn’t abide the compromises between art and comercial perfume-making. He narrowed the meaning of niche perfumery until he came to its very source- a blooming garden. Jean Laporte, as a true artist, made his way without advertizing…ever! His talent didn’t need the attention of the masses, but being so bright, he always enjoyed it. Thanks to him, we now enjoy great L’Artisan Parfumeur creations, the most celebrated of them being Mure et Musc, popularized in New York City by “the Elsa Maxwell of the East Village,” the late John Badum.
Jean Laporte. The finest fragrances available, quite simply.
A memoir of New York in the 1980s and 1990s–a time of both enormous creativity and decadence–told by an artist who was at the center of it all, including the AIDS epidemic, and survived to tell the story.
Peter McGough–half of the team of McDermott & McGough, artists known for their painting, photography, sculpture, and film–writes about the trauma of growing up gay in 1950s suburbia; about the East Village art scene of the 1980s when he knew Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons and Julian Schnabel; and about his meeting David McDermott who would profoundly change his life by insisting they dress, live, and work like men in the Victorian era. From then on, wherever they lived–in New York City or in upstate New York–they lived without electricity or any other modern conveniences. Their art, called “Time Maps” was concerned with sexuality, bigotry, and AIDS, and their photography–using cyanotypes and platinum plates–had great success at major galleries and museums around the world. Eventually, however, McDermott’s incendiary temper and profligate spending would bankrupt them: McDermott would move to Dublin, and McGough, trying to work in New York, would discover that he had AIDS. I’ve Seen the Future and I’m Not Going is a poignant, often devastating, often humorous, entirely singular memoir.
PETER McGOUGHis an artist who has collaborated with David McDermott since the 1980s. They are known for their work in painting, photography, sculpture, and film. He divides his time between Dublin and New York City.
Just when you thought all the good galleries had crossed water to make room for Roasteries and even more luxury rental towers, a new Chelsea gallery has sprung up around the corner and is currently showing some nerw art by several artists who I suspect do not live in the area.
Keeping track of gallery hours can be a headache but this gallery has a unique approach to that because they are never open. They are always closed, padlocked in fact. No worries for the art lover though because all the art is easily viewed from the sidewalk right in front! A clever idea and a little perk for the line of commuters who line up daily in front of it, waiting for their bus to…um…actually I have no idea where that bus goes but there seem to be hell of a lot of people taking it everyday to “somewhere.”
Anyhoozle, as they never say in the art world, here are few highlights of the show…
Stop by and check it out of you are in the neighborhood. No address is posted ( on the chain link fence “piece” across the front – which is totally also geeeeenius – but you can find it right around the corner from the new KGB Museum on 14th St and diagonally across the intersection from the new Museum of Illusions and for any old time locals, it’s next door to the check cashing place on 8th an 15th. A note for visiting tourists; The gallery is Google Headquarters adjacent so after your selfie with the sign, turn around and have a look. Enjoy your visit to NEW YORK CITY – The artistless city of art!
UPDATE: Pop up installation in front of the gallery tonight! Anybody know the artist of this piece?
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Photo of New York City artist Kenny Kenny by Aria Isadora. Gorge.
said I in the comments …
“Kenny Kenny’s photographic work is worth a huge mention here. His recent work includes a series of self portraits that are inspired, contemporary, intelligent, informed, authentic and, as we used to say with widely dialated pupils every Wednesday night at Bently’s (where’s that coffee table book?) – “MAJOR!”
‘It’s hard enough to get out of bed in the morning let alone make art,’ said the Pop of pop who was also a shutterbug, a nightlife fixture and a transplanted Manhattanite. Helleaux. Kenny Kenny, photographer is out of bed, into high-level hair and make-up and working hard while helping to keep Manhattan’s often eulogized art scene alive.
“Thanks Kenny. You look gorgeous.
See you inside.
(Can I get a drink ticket?)
“When people think of New York,” says Amanda Thickpenny, an actor who has performed with the Pearl Theatre Company, “they think of the arts—Broadway, Lincoln Center, the Met, MoMA.” But the people who create that art increasingly cannot afford to live here, given the exorbitant housing and living costs.
And in a recent sit-down with Elle magazine, Patti Smith pointed out that in the same era, housing was much more easily had by aspiring creatives: “You can have a bookstore job and a little apartment in the East Village. There were so many of us, so many like minds. You can’t do that now.”