What to read this summer?

In general, according to the mind, to disassemble the "Notes" of Maria Baibakova on the Buro portal 24/7 it was necessary to entrust any of the classics of comparative literary criticism-for example, Mikhail Yampolsky, would have been recruited for a report for Tynyanov’s readings in Reshil. Only experts can take something for granted and not to give out what it is, wants or does not want to seem (in this case by an uninhabited horm), but for the designs, for what it means and will, if the context, means for society, means that the society itself is explained in this way. However, they put me on the guardhouse, so we can do without courtesies.

The editors of Buro 24/7 Maria Baibakova represented readers as a specialist in modern art, the founder of the Moscow Baibakov Art Projects (only a blog remained from this project.- Ed .), Strategic director of the Artspace.com online platform in New York (similar and similar platforms can be found in the article by Anna Arutunova . - Ed .). Everything is absolutely true. Indeed: a specialist, founder, strategist. There are appropriate diplomas: Barnard, Harvard and Swiss School of etiquette Institut Villa Pierrefeu . The latter, apparently, somehow especially influenced the Baibakova worldview, as it arises in the text constantly and in the most unexpected semantic combinations. It is worth seeing her works by the Moser, Titian or Hoffman, like immediately in the eyes of tears of tenderness caused by memories of serving lessons . However, the subconscious curve leads Baibakov and not to such heights of reflection: what is her commentary about the work of Rashid Johnson, whom she loved because “that was then fond of South African zebras and Iranian carpets, and he used these materials.” But we will not run ahead, about the text later, let's about the author.

About the lover of zebras and carpets, all citizens who are at least somewhat interested in the art process know about the following-that she is the daughter of Oleg Baibakov, the former head of Norilsk Nickel (hence unlimited funds), that she made pathos exhibitions at Red October like the staff of Luke Tuymys (hence the nickname "Brunette in Chocolate") and that there were no long time from her) and that there were no long time from her) News, except for “venture”, probably, the damned school of etiquette took too much time.

Insiders about Baibakov say in chorus: “That's good that it is. Instead of the next crocodile Birkin, he is engaged in art, there should be more such people in our country. ” They, of course, got excited about Birkins. Any glamorous girl knows that there are no crocodile birkins (by definition), and very bad art bought instead of bags is very. But in general, they are right. There should be more such people. There are already enough of them.

Dasha Zhukova, Sofya Trotsenko, Marianna Sardarova immediately come to mind. Together with Baibakova, they form a certain B IG F OUR . These ladies are of different ages, background and, importantly, different financial capabilities. But one thing unites them - extensive leisure, filled with the realization of good intentions. From stupid interviews in stupid publications, we will learn that with their bored laziness they are fighting with experienced means-the arrangement of houses, the organization of charitable gala dwellings and cocktails, and collecting art. And this is normal. So it was still during the time of Isabella Stuart Gardner. High -paid professionals (rarely) or expensive adventurers (often) help them engage in houses, and cocktails, and art. This is also normal. So it was even in the days of Peggy Guuggenheim. We hunt to glossy information to the masses are known in the details of their outfits, husbands, lovers, divorces. But about themselves, about their feelings and thoughts, nothing is unknown. In this regard, Peggy Guuggenheim was more likely to be an order of magnitude, from her autobiography we will learn everything that we need and do not need, and moreover. There are novels with valeters, and illegitimate children, and a dubious pro -impaired majority of acquisitions. Today, confessional moods are not welcome. And in many ways, as practice shows, because there is nothing to talk about to protagonists, except about Jetlaga. No, and earlier, of course, there were enough fanfarons: you will open the francs or Tadeusz Klossovsky and you see that there was a lot of everything next to Saint Lorane or Warhol, but everyone nevertheless had heroin, incest, some kind of general nobility of the appearance. However, these were passing characters, of which they did not make a cult. Now nobility is not in fashion. Marina Tsvetaeva instructed: instead of “not fashionable” it is necessary to say “not noble”. The youth did not hear. The blog of Maria Baibakova is the best confirmation of this.

On the Buro 24/7 website, about ten editorials were published. The first reaction: is she seriously? If you leave aside the general manner of presentation, similar to an emigrant dialect in Brighton - this is when a person thinks in monstrous English, and speaks in the town Russian (all these “have lunch” and “have a meeting” have only one result - have a reader’s brain), even if you forget about factual mistakes, from a “specialist in modern art” is unacceptable to hear that The painting of the realistic period of Gerhard Richter, just watched by Baibakova, has a blurry photograph (Richter has not blurred, but Over-Painted , and it is clear that not her Baibakova means in mind). So, if all this nonsense to close your eyes, where to put another, prolonged and really painful.

At first, the rich also cry in Sochi : “Evgeny Plushenko leaves the competition without not going on the ice. I still did not know that those tears that poured from my eyes at that moment, far from the last at this Olympics. I cried alone at home, sitting at the computer, a lot, for a long time and bitterly - cried, because it hurt, was insulting and at the same time ashamed. Most importantly, I realized: I did not care! " And then they admire the bangs of Michelle Obama, and talk about democracy by the Rup with Polotina, and the devil in the stupa. And again, a school of etiquette. About Art Basel is the last : “In Basel, perhaps the most terrible hotels in the world. This year, two suitcases with 60 kilograms of clothes were settled in a tiny single room, where only 6 hangers were placed in the closet! ” It is also said about the “Manifesto” that it was a success, because “the curator of the main project of the anniversary Biennale Kasper König is a symbolic figure. To begin with, in translation from German, his surname means “king”. And this king is part of the whole family empire of art professional. For “imperial” Petersburg, his genealogy was suitable as possible. With his surname appropriate to his surname, he made a revolution into the “holy” Holy Holy Holy Assetment - he mixed the past with the present and future, introducing new exhibits among centuries -old masterpieces. ” And Baku, Miami, Paris, Dubai, London. There will be a ball, there is a children's holiday. Everywhere Maria is waiting for friends-artists- Slavs and Tatars , George Condo, Sheikhs, It Girls is different: “I decided to kill two birds with one stone-I arrived at London from Moscow, I arrived directly from the airport at Simon Lee Gallery , while participating in the tenders of Phi Lips by phone. After dinner at Nobu , a friendly art test went to a party to the new Andre Balaza hotel in Marylebone to discuss Sotheby's and Christie's auctions in the coming week. ” And the cosmopolitan dad, ready to please the patriotic daughter with a new picture for the Penthouse in Setaa : “I am sitting in early December in the library of a Harvard business school and writing the thirty-fifth page about Skolkovo-and let someone dare to say that I am not a patriot! (Then follows a phone call. - Ed .) Dad on the other end of the wire indignantly asks: “What are you not answering?! I have already written ten messages to you! Here such a new picture is sold, made by allora and pra -praise - your favorite artists. Basel has already begun, I am not allowed to reserve it for a long time. Buy?” ” There is something to go crazy with provincial fashionistas, reading b Uro 24/7 . But in the comments of Maria, for some reason, a solid Miroslava Duma, no one encroached on.

À propos : Does the province follow the life of secular lionesses? Who addresses glamorous ecfrasis and abazis? They read, in fact, all those who are more than a life than life. And Muscovites, and residents of the city of Ostashkov, and poor, and rich. They also buy Tatler, in which the Baibakova column has. In the July issue, she was dedicated to the art of packing suitcases. Quote : “I recommend the following - organize your wardrobe in Pinterest . There you can post professional photos of your clothes from online buts or just taken on the iPhone . Having such a mobile wardrobe, you can assemble a suitcase virtually, on the way to a meeting, and send your housekeeper on WhatsApp , which most likely also has a smartphone (and if not, buy it to her, it will make your life easier). ” The poor from Ostashkov from such an “organized luxury” is breathtaking-they would have to scrape them on the 4th iPhone , not like the housekeepers to supply them. And the rich, M. Duma there or E. Perminov, I am sure, took note. Not only household tips, but also unobtrusive art consulting : “A couple of hours later I received E - Mail from the Galerist Stefania Bordele:“ Masha, thank you for posting our Oldrich on Instagram , imagine, one collector from your subscribers learned about this work because of your post and immediately bought it! So come to us with an iPhone with an iPhone with an iPhone More often! ” And everyone is happy. Including galleryists and housekeepers. Another thing is how wide the audience reads art history allusions. But here, I think, everything is in order. Subscribers of Tatler often “understand a lot about themselves.” “Art” is now declared a trend, just open Facebook : solid selfies against the background of Hirschorn from the main headquarters. Caudes from below, and the installation is visible and Jimmy Choo . Moreover, in the description of the art for which Baibakov carries in the light of the whirlwind, there is intelligible thoroughness. Her diligent reports remind me of Colonel Friedrich Krouse von Tsillergite from the "adventures of the brave soldier Schweik": "Talking about the most commonplace things, he always asked if everyone was well understood, although it went about the most primitive concepts <...>" A book, gentlemen, this is a lot of sheets of paper printed and assembled together, weaved and glued together, weaved and glued together. Clayster "".

It is understandable: a person at work ( “For me, art-events is a job” ), says in essence.

Actually, the moment of literary generalizations has come, so I can’t help but note that another person, whose name is in earlier, is so much about art, including Maria, Jeff Kuns: the similarity can be established by familiarizing yourself withthe recent material in Vanity Fair or any other interview with him. The same self -love, sports lifestyle, macrobiotic diet, violent charitable activity, other routine from the life of a successful exchange Macler. Not sure, this complimentary comparison (for Baibakova) or symptomatic (for today) is a complimentary comparison - time will tell.

For parity, gender and on a national basis, it would be worth mentioning a couple of glamorous “lions”. The odious columns of the former chief of the GQ Mikhail Idov , who loved to mix in one text, discussions about the fate of Russia and cashmere novelties from the Milan shows, or another “former” Nikolai Uskov, who unsubscribed to the grateful audience from the Tuscan villas. Or even the evil theater of Eduard Dorozhkin that he likes to shout glamor and immediately stick into the Tatler Promoteril about brocade curtains with pompons of Alla Verber. But all of them are not as enchanting as Baibakova - she, as they say, knows how to “pump”.

Therefore, I would like to say to Mary with the words of a little girl Pollianne from the book Elinor Porter: Aunt Polly, you are probably terribly glad that you are so rich. And write more often!