“CRAZY FOR VINCENT belongs in the tradition of what you might call ‘fucked-up boy art’—not verifiably straight or gay, but just devoted to ogling the hot wreck of a handsome young thing out of his mind. Vincent [Marmousez] doesn’t call himself anything whether he’s hopping into a cerebral dude’s bed or frolicking with a babe… A history of this tradition might begin with Caravaggio’s Young Sick Bacchus, that self-portrait of the artist totally wasted with his flesh tinged green, move through Anne Carson’s verse novel Autobiography of Red (1998) and Larry Clark’s entire career, before climaxing with Ryan McGinley’s shots of the late Dash Snow. Who could resist these beautiful hoodlums, even if their company turns out to be fatal?” — Charlie Fox*

 

CRAZY FOR VINCENT, by HERVÉ GUIBERT

1989, reprinted by Semiotext(e) in 2017, translation by Christine Pichini, introduction by Bruce Hainley.

semiotexte.com

* frieze.com/crazy-vincent

See Ron Slate on Guibert: ronslate.com/ghost_image_essays_herv_guibert

Bottom: Hervé Guibert (1955–1991).