The prelude to Prem Sahib’s recent exhibition “Night Flies” was “Bump,” a kind of buzzing pop-up club that opened one summer evening and remained until the wee hours. Having used the Southard Reid gallery, normally closed in August, as a studio that month, he then transformed the space into a private club for a single night. He created a blue-lit chill-out room on the ground floor, and wall-to-wall tan carpet covered the upstairs room, which was also fitted out with a large revolving mirror ball; the rear office became a crowded bar.
However, rather than taking the raging party, or even the inevitable post-party chaos, as its subject, the exhibition itself projected a certain detachment, even ennui. In Sahib’s vision, it was intended as a “hangover.” At the entrance stood a skinny, John McCracken–like rectangular column covered with black square bathroom tiles, Crew Cut (all works
Artforum print subscribers have full access to this article. If you are a subscriber, sign in below.
Not registered for artforum.com?
SUBSCRIBE NOW for only $50 a year—65% off the newsstand price—and get the print magazine plus full online access to this issue and our archive.*
* This rate applies to U.S. domestic subscriptions.