I was at my favorite museum this weekend, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in grand ol' NYC and I was intrigued to see an exhibit dedicated to Punk and it's influences. Long story short, the "exhibit" sucked dead donkey balls and whoever curated it should be sacked.
The notion itself has legs. Punk, especially in Manhattan, as a long and storied history. Entwined themes of music, art and social unrest, punk is more than just torn shirts and a middle finger, so much could be narrated that an entire wing could easily be dedicated. But instead of telling a true story and presenting aspects of how Punk impacted our culture it was merely a cheap heap of high-fashion "punk couture", boring, repetitive, and not shocking in the least. I'm not even sure who the designers were that contributed to the debacle, but it was weaksauce, a few extra buckles, zippers and safety pins tossed on as if that were *shocking*.
Worst part, most of it was just blank mannequins with identical fuzzy wigs in identical outfits. Zzzzzz. Added a dash of crude video, some flashing lights and neon and now you've seen all there is to see.
So if you're at all intrigued by the exhibit, don't bother. I'll even spoil the one "clever" moment - the last mannequin flips the bird. Whoop de fucking do.
The Met has done excellent outlays of couture from it's Costume Institute in the past, but this time it's not just a failure, it's a dismal disaster. Just goes to show, money doesn't know shit about punk, just how to imitate it poorly. Fucking posers.