To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
ON the last Sunday of this past October, a Timothee Chalamet look-alike contest broke out in Washington Square Park in New York City.
Chalamet made his way through the roiling sea of admirers and impersonators and let himself be photographed with the winner, Miles Mitchell. There is still no substitute for the presence of real people — for a star’s charisma and a worshipper’s scream and shudder.
Notwithstanding Washington Square’s status as a vital site of protest, it was strangely appropriate that this recent eruption of fandom took place there. The park is in Greenwich Village, the main location for the early 1960s rise to fame of the young Bob Dylan who is depicted in James Mangold’s A Complete Unknown. The Washington Square hijinks reveal that Mitchell-as-Chalamet looks more like Dylan than Chalamet-as-Dylan does.
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From sexual innuendo about Blackpool Rock to Bob Dylan’s ‘God-almighty world,’ the corporation’s classist moral custodianship of pop music has created a roll call of censored artists anyone would feel honoured to join, writes NICK MATTHEWS
CHRIS SEARLE speaks to Ethiopian vocalist SOFIA JERNBERG
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