At the entrance of the Chelsea Art Museum

One would hope that a pairing of a show of "celebrity art" curated by Baird Jones, and one of Goya's Los Caprichos along with contemporary art, curated by the brilliant Elga Wimmer, is ironic. I showed up at the museum wearing a t-shirt, khakis, and my favorite sneakers. I knew I would be headed to Monya Rowe's opening later, which I expected to be warmish, given the 20+ artists in the show for a moderately-sized space. Someone at the museum entrance looked at me, and said, "You're here for the Goya?" The scary guys with Blackberries, briefcases, and bleached-blonde bimbos in tow where pointed to the other show.