This show’s content is described perfectly in its title, “Standard.” Largely a Pop fantasy, the exhibition was constructed according to a serial methodology and consisted of just the sort of things that fill our everyday lives in anonymous and repetitive fashion. At the gallery entrance Marco Samori had arranged a heavy curtain like those in certain movie theaters. On a round, fluffy white rug he placed a large sofa and a low coffee table of his own design. Further on, in a comer of the space, was another piece of furniture designed by the artist: a sort of bench or seat on which one easily