Tony Labat: The Ester Diaries

Synopsis by Beth Peckman

Tony Labat began his presentation with a video tape showing a slow motion fight scene among three men taking place in a Hooters parking lot. As the slow motion fight progresses from a pushing match to thrown punches the artifice of the exchange is revealed. The camera pans the brawl, catching a man in black filming the scene from another angle and a blue crash mat. Fake punches are designed to convince the crowd watching from the Hooters patio. The fight resembles blue collar televised wrestling; ordinary men in jeans and t-shirts trading body slams and throwing one another against the front of a large American car. After one man’s head is slammed down into the hood he rolls off, recovers, and begins an extensive kick sequence on the crash mat placed beside the car. From the vantage point of the Hooters porch it appears that the kicks are connecting with the head of a man thrown to the ground. Suddenly the men finish fighting, open the four car doors, place the crash mat on the roof, climb in and drive away, holding the mat in place. We watch the man in black stop filming and leave, our eyes remaining on the restaurant, the neon letters that spell Hooters filling the screen.

Labat followed his video with a rapid slide show chronicling past projects designed to provoke. Aside from mentioning his interests in watching and being watched, public versus private space, his rapid-fire retrospective was descriptive more than discursive. Labat began with his 1978 attempted kidnapping of then candidate for California state governor. He detailed the use of real guns to support his claims that the candidate for state governor had no idea the attempt was a fabrication. Other works involved setting up, and then filming, Howard Fried, Paul Kos, and David Ross smoking pot, leafing through porno magazines, and snorting coke given to them by Labat donning a "pimp suit" and wearing blackface. He listed surveillance installations in California and "The Bomba Letters," a heated correspondence with a Venezuelan museum director. Labat outlined "The Bomba Letters" as his transformation of an "embezzled" (his term) cash advance into a commissioned art piece. He responded to letters of admonition and requests for the return of advanced funds with packages referencing letter bombs (La Bomba was the Venezuelan slang for letter bombs) received by local politicians. In addition to sending replies, including a half naked photograph of one of the museum director's daughter (a student of his at the time), he had "Wanted" posters featuring him posted around Venezuela. These posters gave instructions to view, upon request, the entire exchange between Labat and museum directors at the museum. Labat capped his retrospective, describing "The Ester Diaries," the billed topic of his presentation, as a blurring of public and private space. He spent six months living out of his car and e-mailing diary entries about his life as a nomad to an on-line lady acquaintance.

Labat ended his presentation returning to the Hooters project with a freeze-frame slide show. He walked us through the mechanics: the self-conscious fabrication, the reserved outdoor patio for invited art scene bigwigs and the fight choreographed for their vantage point. He described his desire to "get the art world to go to Hooters." In response to the art world being so uptight, he endeavored to "watch people having a problem with violence and fake tits."

Analysis by Anja Conrad

Tony Labat presented his artwork on Wednesday, June 3rd under the topic of the day: Surveillance, Voyeurism And Scopophilia: The Expansion Of Public Space. After the presentation by Anna Novakov, Labat commented on the historical context of this topic, exclaiming, "I'm a Flaneur."

The "Flaneur" was one of the new characters which emerged from the changing structure of the modern city, adorned by shopping malls filled with mass-produced clothing and other packaged goods. Women for the first time left the isolation of their Victorian homes in need of gathering products, and suddenly, the city seemed infested with females. Out of this new feminization of the public sphere, the "Flaneur" was born: men leisurely strolled the streets with binoculars, cameras and other spy-devices for "scientific" examination of this "threatening" female invasion.

Tony Labat seemed to identify with this idea of the "Flaneur," playing a main role in his art-making process: he creates multi-layered situations in which he finds himself present as voyeur, reading the relationships of his construction. He presented his recent (not yet fully realized) project called "Hooters," where this structure I have been leading up to can be examined.

Labat invited the art world of Canada to a local Hooters restaurant. (For those who are not familiar with Hooters, it is a steak serving restaurant chain with blond-teased women servers who frequently expose silicone enhanced breasts to family bar playing Jimmy Buffet chicken wing eating men.) He reserved tables in the patio section, which faced a parking lot. There Labat staged a quite realistic, violent scene, played out by a crew of stunt men. Labat himself was located on the opposite side of this parking lot videotaping this violent incident with the art world-contained patio in the far background. This fabricated crime-scene (as it was visible from Labat's video camera) consisted of three strong stunt men, a blue mattress and a getaway car. The blue mattress, used as a crash mat, was hidden to the art world behind the car, but clearly visible to those who later viewed the video. In this case, the way Labat set up the structure, the art world became a participant instead of assuming its usual, defined place as the audience outside a frame of action, and Labat orchestrated and became the main voyeur.

One of Tony Labat's interests was to get the art world and their refined tastes into an unpreferrable situation: having them confront a white trash culture of (fake) violence and fake tits, while Labat "flaneurs" through this staged set-up. Labat seemed somewhat disappointed that the art world believed him to be a silicone and violence loving kind-of-guy, not accepting this construct as a legitimate analysis of present social situations.

Another one of Labat's projects from the late 70s, "Black Mail–Red Tape," depicted a similar setup, in which Labat staged the crime, became the criminal, as well as the "private dick," and then reported this criminal (incriminating) activity back to the art world. In "Black Mail–Red Tape," Labat was disguised as a drug-lord with gold chains who lured Howard Fried, Paul Kos and David Ross (powerful figures of the art world) to a motel room equipped with the promised goods of cocaine, marijuana, booze and pornographic materials. The unpredicted additions to this setup were Labat's assistants, who documented the event with spy equipment.

This early work of Labat's seems more taboo and confrontational than "Hooters," because it exposes a particular group in context of particular activities, while "Hooters" deals more with the construction of high art and its taboo areas found in tasteless exploration.

The art world usually loves work that is about themselves, however, once you step over the line of good taste accompanied by indecent exposure, all sense of humor seems to disappear. The art world might be in denial of its arousal by "flaneurmenship," considering it in bad taste. It is ashamed of its pleasurable participation in gossip and cheap thrills!