He Works Hard for the Money

Charlie Finch, at 25, was one of the hardest working critics we’ve seen, ever. In the New York summer heat, Charlie sweated through the galleries and museums in a wife beater shirt for twelve hours at a time. At our direction, he would scratch days of work in a flash to add a cascade of new opinions or some phallic metaphor.

Like most big people, Charlie is obsessed with the intersection of desire and mortality, an attitude perfectly in sync with the major art publications - he works fast and along the surface of lust and decay. And he’s almost always a little horny.

Note: Yeah, it’s sarcasm! More on the subject of Charlie Finch is found here, here and here. And here is the article that started it all.