I just returned home from a very lovely and positive celebration with family and friends and then made the mistake of reading the
New Yorker's review of Pieter Hugo's show at
Yossi Milo. I quickly soured on humanity and the young year's promise of a more perfect world. The magazine that is typically a bastion of progressive values referred to Pieter's subjects as "merely exotic versions of U.S. gangbangers with pit bulls." Seriously? If that isn't straight up racism it's as close as you can get this side of a locker room at the Augusta Country Club.
