Mine: No more snow in NYC

Dash Snow Died. He was 27.

This is really sad. I feel like this should be getting more press. Maybe the way he died is less PG than a heart attack... but C'mon regardless of his lifestyle he deserves some respect.

Heroin overdose.

not unexpected, considering his photography and known drug use.

still horrible considering his little daughter. I found an article (the link is at the bottom of the post) with a bunch of information on snow. Oh... and Ryan McGinley is his friend? based upon their combined work and what I've read in this article I am getting a strange and wonderful and terrifying and thrilling view of their world.

It makes me want to become immersed in it, yet stay very very far away at the same time.

He was born into the arts, a very very very wealthy art collecting family, it seems ironic he chose to rebel by becoming a famous artist. Of course, fame didn't happen on its own... at the age of 13 he was placed in a juvenile detention center until the age of 15. Once he was released he was on his own.

Basically Photo fell into his hands and he used it as a medium to document the world around him. His world was different than the world most of us know, darker and full of elicit and illegal substance.

his contribution to the Saatchi show was a piece called Fuck the Police, which featured sprays of his sperm on a collagelike installation of tabloid cutouts, headlines about corrupt cops. (above)

and another show:

During the preparation of "Nest," a new exhibition on view at the Deitch Projects' 76 Grand Street gallery, artists Dash Snow and Dan Colen invited 30 volunteers to spend three days shredding 2,000 New York City telephone books in a grimy and most unusual installation. The group spent midnight to 8 a.m. each night wading in waist-deep shredded paper, creatively destroying everything in their process by drinking, peeing and painting while spending quality time together creating their dwelling. This performance was based on previous incidents where the artists rent a hotel room, shred phone books, string up the sheets, turn on the taps and take drugs such as mushrooms, cocaine and ecstasy until they feel like hamsters (read article in NY Magazine).