Pablo Bronstein
Herald St
Pablo Bronstein’s enticing, elaborately detailed ink, gouache, and pencil drawings make no apology for the machismo which, in the longgone ’80s, hideously spliced together retrograde postmodernism with Baroque and neoclassical architecture. His is a pastiche of towering, overdecorated obelisks; vast, giant Corinthian colonnades; tall, endlessly spurting fountains. What is it with architects and their protrusions anyway? “If phallic symbols could fly, this place would be an airport,” as Mike Kelley might say. Colluding with the ’80s superstar architects like Michael Graves (now designing Disney