My love-hate affair with Julian Schnabel has just been refueled since learning of the existence of his stunning building in NYC, Palazzo Chupi.
Hate: His awful artwork that made him rich and famous. Even with a love for the extra-whack, I can find nothing in his paintings that can explain his success.
Love: His movie, Basquiat. It’s beautiful, different – just like its subject. From beginning to end, it entrances. Before Basquiat, I’d never heard of Jeffrey Wright. His performance is so real, I would have googled him immediately, except in 1996 – haha – google didn’t exist yet.
In Basquiat, Julian cast the intense Gary Oldman as himself. You see Gary swooping around a crazy-massive building with crazy-tall ceilings in a red silk robe. Julian’s actual daughter, Stella is in these scenes making it easy to imagine how life might actually be when this is your daddy...
...and this is your home.
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