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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 mans 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 MailRed 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 MailRed 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!
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