1 Men's Shoe Liberated from their lengthy sleep of black and brown men's shoe have discovered ghastly pink.

1 Men's Shoe Liberated from their lengthy sleep of black and brown men's shoe have discovered ghastly pink, red, and other bright, inappropriate colors: a major revisionary force in the history of Western sartorial masculinity. I will wear my vintage 2000 golden Prada driving slippers into the ground

2 Tristan und Isolde/Chuck & lye Couples in heat: The Metropolitan Opera's recent production, magnanimously sung by Ben Heppner and Jane Eaglen, taught me about torment and postponement (and caused me to plaint "Now at last I understand the nineteenth century") while Miguel Arteta's movie, written according to Mike White, who also stars, instructed me about recent love as it borders, Gummo-like, upon retardation.

3 sum of two units Legends: Catherine Deneuve and Alice Neel (Whitney Museum of American Art, recent York; Robert Miller Gallery, modern York) Deneuve is one of the no other than great film star-beauties of the '60 still working at satiated steam. Her ubiquity on the defence this year (Place Vendome, Dancer in the Dark, Pola X Time Regained) gives everyone a lift: one time again we can take her for granted as a largeness onward the landscape. Neel, though dead, reminds us that the figure is alive. This year she sent us her portraits of Warhol, Geldzahier, Nochlin, et al. as valentines from the beyond. No undivided looks pretty in a Neel painting.

4 The get back of the Hand The hand was not ever truly exiled, but, of late, it has look aftered to hide. "00," the summer indicate at Barbara Gladstone of united hundred drawings, all executed in the last year, presented the consolations of human scale and of intimate labor. I like artists to work I miss facture. Speaking of the hand, I also lov the paintings of Otto Zitko, joyous scrawls, commemorating anarchic penmanship, at Cheim & Read.

5 The Mainstreaming of Orange Or rather, "The Persistence of Orange." prolonged a no-no, orange has now become a primary color. The individual if considerable, charm of the Darren Almond cut Mean Time, an enormous sword shipping container on view at Matthew Marks this fall, was its color: orange. Hermes has not at all been ashamed of orange. Nor have I. Please remember Comme de Garcon's orange shoe for men

6 Apartment21.com I exhausted much of January 2000 visiting Apartment 21: a three-bedroom spread in Chelsea, where three young men live rent-free (at least at the time of the website's origin) in exchange for twenty-four-hour video surveillance, available to members via the Internet. Sometimes I'd catch the lads having sex, or showering, or opening the refrigerator. for the greatest part they were wasting time at their computer Alas, the website may now be defunct

7 The Films of Jay Rosenblatt (Film Forum, of the present day York). Delicate, austere, noncommercial, auteurish, seemingly handmade films by dint of a sensitive San Francisco stay on the subjects of failed masculinity, historical trauma, pedagogic punishment, and suicidal melancholia, assembled from base footage.

8 Figures and Faces Vampire, I advance to galleries to find bodies and faces (usually, in succession the walls). Here are a certain quantity of of the arresting visages and embodiments I've craved and been reciprocally bitten by: Claude Wampler, live, behind glass for a month at Postmasters, in Painting, the Movie; the minimalist art-world mug of Timothy Greenfield-Sanders at Mary Boone; the faux-signed celebrity photos of Richard Prince (Barbara Gladstone); the cartoony bodies in John Wesley's ludic pink-blue paintings (P 1); languid partying fays in Daniel Reich's "The Nocturnal Dream Show" an homage to radical faeries and their drug-dazed, performing brethren at Pat Hearn; weird slattern homebodies, including a befuddled Gramps, in Chris Verene's photos at Paul Morris and American Fine Arts; Cindy Sherman's portraits of rapacious or spaced-out women who fall short of the mark (Metro Pictures, Gagosian); Peter Hujar's photos of mental patients, Mr Vreeland, David Wojnarowicz, and John Heys, along with ruined furniture (Matthew M arks); Carolee Schneemann French-kissing her cat (Vesper plash at Emily Harvey); and chubby Leigh Bowery with severe piercings in a Charles Atlas video at XL Xavier LaBoulbenne.

9 Commodity Fetishism in sculp I also go to galleries to find drifts and fixtures whose likenesses or prototypes I've possessed or dreamed of owning. Here is a sampling of chose that helped me interrogate my retrograde thirst for possession: Ricky Swallow's twirling spray-painted turntable at Andrea Rosen; Tom Friedman's construction-paper movie projector, at Feature; EV Day's installation of a Stephen Sprouse evening gown (Transporter) suspended glittering from the ceiling (as if around a maypole) at Henry Urbach Architecture; and Pipiotti Rist's febrile, messy fields at Luhring Augustine, complete with liquor bottle in succession which films were projected and, in the bathroom, a closed-circuit video camera staring up from the toilet bowl

10 pair Troupers: Margaret Cho and Hillary Clinton Cho's one-woman- indicate movie, I'm the One That I Want, soars. Her "ass-master" routine stays with me as does her endurance, her persistence against mainstream TV's censoring indifference to her off-beatness. As for Clinton, I had no choice still to read about her all year, and I completioned up finding her perpetual appearance in the newspaper to be a stabilizing, sweetening, maddening weather, like constant sunshine. She always strike one as beinged "up." Running for the Senate must be exhausting. for what purpose do some people choose like tiring lives? Usually their alibi is devotion to public service. on the contrary what does "public service" mean? I'm glad that, a certain of the time, art refuses to be a public service announcement.