
Absolut Self-Importance
Posted Wednesday, June 7, 2000, at 5:00 PM ETIn the future, Culturebox believes, artistic integrity will be judged not by whether this or that artist sold out--an outmoded concern in this era of branded selves--but on the basis of how he or she did so. Prostitution will be understood as an integral part of the creative process. Art will be the means whereby one exploits the most intimate aspects of one's life in order to become rich or famous, at which point one may put one's message across to the public--if there's still a message to communicate. The question debated by critics won't be Was the art good or original or unconventional? but rather, Did the artists pose for their vodka ads with a full sense of the dramatic possibilities, or did they fail to take advantage of the situation?
The Absolut campaign in the July issue of Vanity Fair, which features 20 artists photographed by Annie Leibovitz (click here for Culturebox's review of her book on women) along with their favorite Absolut ads, suggests that some artists have remedial work to do in this area. Not all. Architect Philip Johnson, for one, knows exactly what he's up to. This is not surprising. Hilton Kramer once observed of the stylistic shape-shifter Johnson that his métier is not "ideas or artistic creation. It is publicity, showmanship, and the exercise of power." Johnson, whose photograph opens the series, is its presiding spirit. He is the Wizard of Oz, a minuscule, wizened man who knows the trick of making himself look imposing. He leans forward dramatically and stares at you intently. He is about to sell you a bill of goods. His favorite ad is Absolut Houdini. He is a man who can wriggle free of any moral dilemma or aesthetic pigeonhole--modernism, postmodernism, whatever.
Another self-aware poseur is Tom Ford, the fashion designer, who sprawls in front of the camera, beefcake-style, his sultry gaze almost a leer, his leather jacket and his Absolut ad (a woman's corset with Absolut-bottle shaped lacing) the unabashed couture of the gigolo.
Contrast the delightfully sluttish Johnson and Ford with Susan Sontag and Philip Glass and Gore Vidal, lifelong celebrities from whom one would expect, in this context, a modicum of ironic distance. Glass furrows his brow as he contemplates his musical notation, artistically clad in a black turtleneck. Vidal gazes soulfully toward the left edge of the frame--this may be meaningful, though it probably isn't, since he's actually looking to his right--his fingers supporting his face in a gesture evocative of Rodin's The Thinker. Sontag looks gently into the middle distance. Her shirt collar is elegantly high; the shirt itself is bohemianly crumpled. She is surrounded by books, a laptop, glasses, a legal pad, a pen--all the requisite accoutrements of the intellectual life. Her ad is Absolut Evidence. Glass' is Absolut Vienna. Vidal's is Absolut Definition.

If you are disposed to think kindly of Vidal and Glass and Sontag, then you may say to yourself: A-ha!
Given ze ceercumstances, zhey can but mean to mock ze clichés of the highbrow artiste as zo much co-mere-sheal claptrap! Culturebox, alas, harbors a less charitable suspicion.












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Reader Response from The Fray:
As absurd as Absolut's newest campaign is, it is perfectly in keeping with the timbre and tone of Vanity Fair as a publication, which gets increasingly ridiculous each month. The distinction between this insert and the rest of the "editorial" content in the magazine is hazy at best; the ad nicely mirrors the absurd portfolio of photos of internet pioneers. It's disheartening that an artist as talented and serious as Chuck Close would choose to participate in the exercise of this Absolut ad campaign. All the rest of the entries make some sad sort of sense.
--Gorillamuseum
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There is an ad in Europe right now that is even more interesting (as far as selling out goes). I'm a lurker on the Jean-Luc Godard mailing list, and there has been quite a bit of discussion over the last week regarding a French TV commercial for the French version of Monster.Com, the employment website. Apparently, Godard sold the rights to use his "image," allowing an impersonator who looks like the 60s-era Godard to act as a store clerk wrapping up the customer's purchase. Considering Godard's view of advertising and commercial culture in films such as Pierrot Le Fou or Weekend (not to mention his Marxist inspired Dziga-Vertov films), this has caused a bit of consternation among some die-hard fans...
--Rorke
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(6/11)
I am less able than the author to forget the vulgarity of supposed intellectual luminaries as shills, and move on to analyze the individual ads. It would be nice to at least be furnished with a list (down with the Drink Responsibly notice) of those who refused Absolut's blandishments, and retain some measure of respectability.
--Billy
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(6/13)