Living on the Upper East Side and not Chic Downtown, I visited Fischer's Last Supper BEFORE his Delancy Street collection. Perhaps locale informs my perspective, but I fail to see Last Supper as shallow, chauvinistic, or even a critique of culture. I found it primarily a clever spoof of a Western art historical icon; an
appropriation. The “fingerprinting” in the bronze lent a painterly aspect which elevated the work
beyond a mere high/low joke. And what is the “smoking material?” These figures are very human.