I read another of the David Zwirner Books ekphrasis series and this one, unlike the others I’ve read, is far from being the engaging – if weirdly flawed – publication I expected, and instead reads like a beautifully presented but vapid listicle.
Rather than an analysis of the appearance of the codpiece in visual art or even a brief history of the rapid rise, brief elevation and rapid fall of the codpiece (like an erection (well, when you’re young – one of the most borinf effects of ageing in a body with a penis is the increasingly slow loss of tumescence – it’s like, y’know, yawwwwwn))
Anyway, this book is unanalytical, it’s basically a fucking toilet book, it has a series of drawings and paintings from the brief period of the codpiece’s prominence and then has a smirky, flaccid, description of each with a gentle sorta irreverence.
It’s… ah… a bad book, tho would have been a perfectly serviceable listicle back when those were a thing that people read.
Youth, like listicles, is not truly wasted on the young.