Capitalism... Capitalism Kills... Capitalism Kills Love

in a not unusual case of delayed reaction, i have finally managed to upload a (short) video from the most recent Art Basel. this artwork was one, maybe two, blocks from the tacky hedonism of Lincoln Road, and what i loved about it was its unique mingling of con/text.

it was something that could not be owned.

or, rather, owning it would would destroy its value because its meaning was inextricably linked to the glitz and glamour and consumption surrounding it.

the art without the consumption was trite;
the consumption without the art was life.

the
eye____of
the______camera
was______too______small
to___________see
these______
things.

perhaps that, in conjunction with my sloth, is why it's taken me so long to post it. i know it cannot mean the same, no matter how many bit and bytes stream across the screen; the video below is what wasn't:

installation from Art Basel Miami Beach, December 2009