OK, It's Obvious, We Love Printed Matter

We realize we tell you a lot about what’s going on at Printed Matter. Let us explain. Generally, we’re leonine leaders, not followers. We strike out on our own, cut our own path through the culturescape, make our own judgement calls. But ever since John Waters promised/threatened to Sagmeister-iffically self-mutilate on behalf of the Chelsea institution, we’ve found ourselves completely stuck in the thrall. Or its craw. Also, our counterpart The Tart is curating a show there, which we’ll keep you posted about in due complete notice.