A show at Gagosian of thirty-eight Instagrams harvested from the Internet and inkjet-printed on canvas by the cynosure of appropriation, Richard Prince, feels fated. The logic of artifying non-art images that Andy Warhol inaugurated half a century ago could hardly skip a burgeoning mass medium of individual self-exposure. Had Prince uncharacteristically dozed, some other artist was going to notice that Instagram recasts Andy’s proverbial fifteen minutes by urging everybody to be famous fifteen times a day. Via Peter Schjeldahl/thenewyorker
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