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ART JOURNAL: Pop art will eat itself

The Tate Modern tells the story of pop art as pure, fast commodity. From Warhol to Hirst via Koons and Haring, it’s flash, brash and hugely entertaining

By Laura Cumming  /  THE OBSERVER , LONDON

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Pop Life is the most cunning show imaginable. I am tempted to call it artful. On the one hand it concerns itself with fame, fortune and the links between them from Warhol to Hirst, centering on artists who have used the mass media to create their own brand and persona. On the other, it is destined to be a surefire winner for Tate Modern, not to mention all the many collectors, artists and dealers involved, spinning money-minded art smoothly back into money under cover of historical scholarship.

Pop Life deserves to be a hit, though, because it tries so hard to get the genie back into the bottle — to distil, as far as possible, a whole chapter of modern times in which a particular kind of art turned itself into pure commodity.

So this is Andy Warhol selling two portraits for the price of one, his face to Vidal Sassoon and his reputation to Drexel Burnham Lambert. It is Jeff Koons turning his most famous steel sculpture — of a balloon — back into real balloon, 15m high and leasing it for PR purposes to Macy’s.

It is Takashi Murakami spreading his super-flat pop art all across the globe from art fairs and glossy magazines to actual shops. And not just art shops but branches of Louis Vuitton — where his bright logos sell the exorbitant handbags — and Tokyo 7-Elevens, where customers get a tiny plastic Murakami figure with their gum.

It is most certainly the gavel coming down on a Koons’ love heart for approximately 80 million times the price of similar gewgaws at an accessory store. The tales are legion, the headlines ubiquitous: what a pageant of greed, what an allegory of supply, demand, ingenuity, inflation, excess. The only problem is how to convey it in objects.

The first room at Tate Modern is a knock-out: Koons’ Rabbit (1986), that gleaming cast of an inflatable bunny that turns a balloon into a voodoo doll, horrifying yet inanely reflective; Andy Warhol’s terrific late self-portrait, a skull in a scarlet fright-wig bowing out into the darkness; Murakami’s appalling monument of a manga fantasy woman, teensy waist, colossal breasts spouting skipping ropes of milk as she sweetly smiles: the frightening potency of graphics emerging in three dimensions.

Each of these artists has a subsequent gallery — or three, in the case of Warhol, who surely deserves the space as patron saint of almost everything that follows.

The curators have aimed for period authenticity by reconstructing some eventful shows. Keith Haring’s Pop Shop, with its trademark wall drawings and its chiming till, has been recreated complete with fully operational shop. Nothing like the zip and register of the graphics, incidentally: insistently recognizable and undimmed by the years through the commercial ruse of timeless black and white.

Less arduous, at least in practical terms, is the exact facsimile of Richard Prince’s Spiritual America. This involved the rephotographing of Garry Gross’ infamous 1976 photograph for Playboy Press of a 10-year-old Brooke Shields wearing nothing but mascara. The frame is ornamental, the lighting low, the walls are red. These are the “quotation marks” in which Prince supposedly offers his state of the nation address.

Koons’ 1989 Made in Heaven show — soaringly, eye-poppingly gross — hasn’t been recreated in quite a while. That may have something to do with the anal sex, or the gigantically impractical sculpture of Koons straddling the porn star Ilona Staller on a rock; or perhaps it has something to do with the bitter end of their marriage.

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