Up now: Reykjavik's annual Arts Festival, featuring a variety of visual, performance and multimedia artworks. (Yes, suddenly ubiquitous artist Ólafur Elíasson curated an exhibit.) Among the works featured is Atlantis (pictured) by Tea Mäkipää and Halldór Úlfarsson, a house installed in the city's pond that has working lights and broadcasts sounds from its interior—everything from singing to arguing. Too avant-garde? Take in some natural history in Húsavík, a small town to the capital's north, at the Icelandic Phallological Museum, which hosts a collection of male reproductive organs (among them a 154-pound specimen from a sperm whale). Hey, it's got to be more interesting than listening to Sigur Rós.

Beacon will get a shot of color this weekend when 24 street artists converge on the upstate New York town for Electric Windows, an installation of their work on the outside of a 19th-century electric blanket factory. (Beacon, apparently, is lousy with old factories begging for reuse.) Artists contributing, including Lady Pink and Michael De Feo, will all be painting live, and the installation will be followed by an after-party. Sounds very Chelsea, but Beacon prevails in the end: The bash will be held at a local BBQ joint.
510 Main St., Beacon, NY, electricwindowsbeacon.com

Alife kicks off a series of exhibitions at its L.A. store tomorrow with a collaboration between author Dumar Brown and iconic graffiti writer Haze, who got his start in the early seventies bombing subway trains on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Nov York City is based on Brown's latest novel, The World Screaming Nov, about a scrappy, graf-obsessed kid from Brooklyn, and features eight new silkscreens on canvas. If you're not in L.A. this weekend, Haze's limited-edition Nov T-shirt (pictured) is also on sale at Alife stores in New York, Vancouver, and Tokyo.
Through June 17 at Alife L.A., 451 N. Fairfax Ave., Los Angeles, CA, (323) 655-2093, alifenyc.com

Yep, the panel-based office prison turns 40 this week. Originally known as an Action Office, it was developed in 1968 by Herman Miller designer Robert Propst. (He would later say he regretted his contribution to "monolithic insanity.") Celebrate by burning yours down—or at least making time for another screening of Office Space.

There's no end to the gossip about Hedi Slimane (and no, for the record, he's not going to Diesel), but this news, at least, is confirmed: The designer's photography show, Hedi Slimane_MUSAC, opens tomorrow in León, Spain. The pictures were taken at last year's Festival International de Benicàssim, Spain's version of Coachella, which draws thousands annually to the southeastern coast. Slimane capturing teenage rock fans on film isn't exactly revelatory, but the quality of his work speaks loud and clear. (It has to, after all, to make itself heard over all that gossip.)
May 17–September 7, Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Castilla y León, 24 Avenida de los Reyes Leoneses, León, Spain, 011 (34) 987 09 00 00, musac.es

Moviegoers seeking Christian allegory will be thrilled with this weekend's blockbuster release, Prince Caspian, a return to the land of Narnia. The rest of us will have to content ourselves with Reprise, a Norwegian drama about struggling writers. Okay, so Jerry Bruckheimer it ain't, but bear with us anyway: The film succeeds in subtly exploring its characters' manic inner lives—and, despite a stay in a psych ward, doesn't get bogged down in histrionics. With all due respect to King Aslan, subtlety isn't an attribute typically credited to the talking lion, and he's not as comely as Reprise's Viktoria Winge (pictured), either.

Today in Flickr discoveries: photos by former London schoolteacher George Plemper, who taught science in working-class south London from 1973 to 1978. His pictures of Riverside School and its students—rarely shown, except for an exhibition in 1979—is a gripping body of work, not only for Plemper's considerable skill but also because many of his young subjects had such refined senses of style. Case in point: the young man shown here, a refugee from the Nigerian/Biafran civil war of the late sixties. Hey, if you're going to wear velour and fur trim, wear it proud.

[The Guardian]

Vicky Cristina Barcelona is the first Woody Allen movie we've looked forward to in awhile. Not only does it reunite Javier Bardem and Penélope Cruz (who were great in Jamón, jamón), the film also, er, unites Cruz and Scarlett Johansson. Prurient interest created by lesbian kiss? Check. Fast-forward to 1:12 below, and consider September circled on the calendar.

Next month, upstart ZeeVee is introducing the ZV-100, a kit that sends online video to your TV. What makes it stand apart from this suddenly crowded field? It's so easy a caveman could do it: Just connect the box to your computer and then to your TV (or multiple TVs) via a standard cable. The TV mirrors what you see on your monitor, so it's perfect for watching online video or even cruising the Web with the included remote. (An optional keyboard is due later this year.) Simplicity, however, does come at a steep price: 500 bucks, to be exact.
ZeeVee ZV-100, $500, zeevee.com

[NYT]

Out soon: Jaime Hayon Works, the first monograph of the designer's work. It includes sketches, castings, and samples from his playful oeuvre, including the MGM musical-inspired BD Showtime furniture collection. The release also coincides with Arrojadoa, an installation of Hayon's work for Dutch furniture store Moooi. The centerpiece is Hayon's Elements, a functional reinterpretation of his ceramic cacti for Moooi (and a highlight of the Milan Furniture Fair) making its U.S. debut.
Jamie Hayon Works, $100, gestalten.com; Arrojadoa, May 17 through July 7, Diesel Denim Gallery, 68 Greene St., New York, NY (212) 966-5593, diesel.com

In 1992, Olivier Zahm and Elein Fleiss founded Purple Prose, whose name (as Fleiss gleefully points out in her intro) is "practically impossible for any French person to pronounce." (Fun to imagine, non?) Since then, the mag has branched out to include Purple Fashion and Purple Sexe, and published the work of a who's who from the art world: Teller, Ackermann, Richardson (both Bob and Terry). Their new (and curiously timed) anthology includes essays from the likes of Kim Gordon and Glenn O'Brien, not to mention reproductions of nearly every page they've ever published. This includes enough pictures of Chloë Sevigny to last two lifetimes—though if Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin's nudes are any indication, you can never have too many.
$37.80, amazon.com; purple.fr

Half Gallery opens its second exhibit tonight: a show of oils including The Circus Tent at Night From a Helicopter (pictured), by artist Robert Hawkins. Renowned in the art community (Hawkins' 1985 painting of a glacier was hanging over Jean-Michel Basquiat's death bed), the American-born, London-based artist is a favorite of GQ style guy Glenn O'Brien, among others. That he's showing at Half Gallery makes perfect sense—the space was founded by designer Andy Spade, writer/editor Bill Powers, and sometime memoirist James Frey. Also? Hawkins used to live a couple of doors down.
Through June 14 at 208 Forsyth St., New York, NY, no phone, halfgallery.com

The globe-hopping jet set has descended on Cannes, and while style matters, it's really all about size—yacht size. Alberta Ferretti's 148-foot Prometej will be docking off the beach, as will the Missoni clan's 162-foot Pegasus. Meanwhile, Roberto Cavalli's 135-foot R&C makes up for its (relatively) diminutive stature with all the subtlety you'd expect from the man who gave the world leopard-print eveningwear: It's painted with an iridescent lacquer that gleams electric-purple in the sun and softens to navy at sunset. We checked—Hypercolor's not involved.

[WWD]

For KCRW's Guest DJ Project, the Santa Monica station asks luminaries to comment on the music that shaped them. (Bonus: They play it, too.) The best of the bunch? The shows featuring Conan O'Brien (who, besides enjoying the White Stripes and the Clash, explains that he'd much rather be a musical guest than a late-night host) and John Cusack. The latter, while discussing Ray Davies, ventures into heavy music critic territory: "There's a dark, savage irony to his stuff that just adjusts you in a fantastic way." As Cusack fans already know, it looks like someone missed his calling.
kcrw.com

Here's something we don't want: the Timex 2154 life index watch. Basically, you put it on your skin, where it reads your biometric stats to determine how much longer you'll be alive. Pretty frightening, but even worse, it appears to be only available in purple.

Equally morbid (if more enjoyable) is 1,000 Ways to Die, premiering tonight on Spike TV. The show combines expert testimony with CGI to show what happens when, say, rattlesnake venom enters the bloodstream. In other words, if you thought the bullet-entry sequence was the Three Kings' highpoint, this is your show.

Opening today: a striking new exhibit of photographs taken by GQ design director Fred Woodward. Printed in high-contrast black-and-white, the pictures were originally snapped in 1986 to accompany an article written by Nicholas Lemann for The Atlantic Monthly. The concept was to document how the flight of middle-class African-Americans to Chicago from small towns in the South had created, as The Atlantic put it, a "disastrously isolated underclass." In reporting the story, Lemann was intrigued to discover that many of the subjects he'd interviewed had come from Canton, Mississippi. Woodward took his camera there, too.

The magazine only printed a small selection—at the time, The Atlantic didn't publish photos, but made an exception here—and the photographer shelved his negatives in the interim. Now, as they're presented at Manhattan's 401 Projects, the results are arresting. "Whether he was actually packing heat or not, I don't know," Woodward says, referring to the hard case in Revolver (pictured). "I think he was pulling my leg. It's just a pose. I looked at the frames on either side, and there was some laughter leading up to that moment." Other memorable pictures include those taken at a barber shop in Canton and the series Woodward took at the Greater Tabernacle Missionary Baptist Church in Chicago. It was the latter batch, in fact, that gave the photographer his impetus for the show: "I'd heard discussion on the radio—it was probably NPR—about Barack Obama and the Reverend Jeremiah Wright. Someone commented that maybe the problem was that many Americans had never been inside an African-American church, and it brought me back to that day in Chicago." Check out a selection of Woodward's photos in our slideshow.
"Going Over Home," May 14 to July 13, 401 Projects, 401 West St., New York, NY, (212) 633-6202, 401projects.com

Buried in the flotsam at the Sotheby's Contemporary Art Day sale in New York on Thursday is this Naomi Campbell nude taken by David LaChapelle in 1999. Two things you should know before bidding: The estimate is $40,000 to $60,000, and it's nearly five feet tall.

Shepard Fairey is among the nine designers PC Mag has tapped for Computerlicious, an unfortunately named (if well-intentioned) charity auction of one-of-a-kind laptops. (Other participants include G-Unit cofounder Coltrane Curtis and graffiti artist James De La Vega.) Fairey's contribution (pictured) is based on his famed Peace Ornament and Zapatista Woman designs, and the current bid is $1,025—only 300 bucks more than the cost of the computer underneath, a plain ol' Hewlett Packard ZT1000. All proceeds go to the National Cristina Foundation, which donates used PCs to schools and nonprofits.

[via Gizmodo]

Opening tomorrow: the inaugural edition of the New York Photo Festival, a large-scale exhibition that celebrates the still image, curated by industry vets like Martin Parr and Lesley Martin. Works on display include everything from prints by recent MFA grads to a slew from more established photographers, like Roger Ballen's Fragments and Jan Kempenaers' Spomenik (pictured), taken of a Communist monument in the former Yugoslavia. (At around 75,000 square feet, the space promises a comprehensive look at the current state of the medium, with an eye directed to its future.) The event also includes panel discussions with featured artists, Ballen and Kempenaers among them, not to mention workshops and reviews. In other words, it's time to get your portfolio together.
Through May 18, nyphotofestival.com

Score one for corporate synergy: Fortune reports Pixar's upcoming Wall-E will star Eve, an iMac-like robot created by Apple design guru Jonathan Ive. The collaboration's no shocker given Pixar was founded by Steve Jobs (who is also Disney's largest shareholder), and comes after last year's Ratatouille featured appetizing meals created, of course, by Thomas Keller.

[via Gizmodo]

Criterion Collection continues to support late director Louis Malle by issuing two of his great early films on DVD: The Lovers (Les Amants) and The Fire Within (Le Feu Follet). The former skewers fifties bourgeois morality with its tale of an unabashedly adulterous wife (Malle favorite Jeanne Moreau); the latter examines a day in the life of a man (Maurice Ronet) as he considers suicide. Uplifting? No, not exactly. Still, Malle was a master of tone and has been too little appreciated out of the most cloistered film circles. These beauties—with newly translated subtitles, newly restored hi-def transfers, and loads of extras—are what Netflix was made for.

The pop-art provocateur died last night at age 82. In his honor, we present this video of him working on a 1986 Art Car for BMW, the sixth in the carmaker's pioneering series of artist collaborations. (It later inspired his six-part Beamer film series.) Check it out below—and dig those vertical stripes:

HBO's long-rumored deal with iTunes has finally gone official. The marquee shows—i.e., The Sopranos and Deadwood—will go for a premium three bucks an episode, but you can watch the rest for the standard $2 per show. In other words, you can download every episode of The Wire for $120—a bargain compared to the DVDs, which go for $50 per season. Suddenly we feel a sick day coming on...
iTunes.com

Death Cab for Cutie's latest, Narrow Stairs, comes out today, and finds the college rock heroes treading familiar territory—with a twist. This time they're worried about growing up: "My old clothes don't fit like they once did/So they hang like ghosts/Of the people I've been," sings frontman Ben Gibbard on "You Can Do Better Than Me." Most likely to age you? The overlong, eight-and-a-half-minute lead single, "I Will Possess Your Heart," below:

If Death Cab is a mite too precious, revisit the glory years with Iron Maiden, whose Somewhere Back in Time, also out today, collects the band's best from the eighties. Those were fruitful years for the metal giants, who have dealt with more aging than the indie favorites above—and rocked right through it.

This week marks the launch of WiiWare, a series of cheap, downloadable Nintendo games created mostly by independent developers. The debut lineup includes LostWinds (in which you control the weather to protect a Mario-like protagonist) and a trivia game called TV Show King, but the best is yet to come. This summer's releases include Strong Bad's Cool Game for Attractive People (pictured), an attitudinal (and sarcastically titled, we think) adventure based on a Web cartoon about a kid who wears a Mexican wrestler's mask. (Imagine Cartman doing Lucha Libre.) Better yet, the games go for a recession-friendly ten bucks a pop.
Nintendo.com

The British reality TV star (and occasional chef) has called for restaurants to be fined for serving out-of-season fruit and veggies, but now it's been revealed that he has more than 15 nonseasonal ingredients on the menu at his own restaurants. Hypocritical? Sure, but it got people talking. Perhaps (as The Independent puts it) Britain has put the wrong Gordon in charge, after all.

Opening today: Girls, a group of paintings of, er, girls by 20th-century pop-art master Roy Lichtenstein. Taking his cues from newsprint and comics (of course), the artist's work in the early sixties featured beautiful women in heaps of trouble, like Oh, Jeff... I Love You, Too... But (pictured), which turned the traditional gender paradigm on its ear. (Jeff, whoever he is, must have felt pretty bad about himself.) Hey, the guy deserves credit for presaging feminism—and for influencing generations of later artists, including Raymond Pettibon, John Currin, and Elizabeth Peyton.
Through June 28 at Gagosian Gallery, 980 Madison Ave., New York, NY, (212)744-2313, gagosian.com

For a generation weaned on the original Speed Racer—mostly nonsensical, laughably unplotted, kinetically colorful—the Wachowski brothers' film treatment, opening today, will seem surprisingly faithful. For fun, we recommend skipping the theater and reading the critics' candy-addled descriptions instead (like "pouring hot Starbursts on your corneas," reports MSNBC; or "an exploding bag of digital Skittles," explains The New York Times). For more rewarding fare, check out Surfwise, Doug Pray's documentary about Doc Paskowitz, who abandoned the rat race to ride the waves. The Paskowitz family—Doc, his wife, Juliette, and their nine children—live in a 24-foot camper and devote themselves to surfing with a mythic intensity Speed can't match. Surfwisemay not have the electric colors, but it goes for the heart, not the teeth.

The art collective known as assume vivid astro focus isn't really a collective—rather, it's the hypercolored work of one man, Eli Sudbrack, and a rotating cast of disparate contributors (think Kenny Scharf and Bec Stupak, among others). His new installation opens this weekend: Called ABSOLUTELY VENOMOUS ACCURATELY FALLACIOUS (NATURALLY DELICIOUS), it incorporates sculpture, murals, and a transsexual performance artist, all in an effort to symbolize the gentrification of Williamsburg (and here we were, thinking the neighborhood was doing just fine with that on its own). Subtlety isn't exactly Sudbrack's strong suit—expect his take on the waterfront condo developments to be more new rave than new money.
Through Aug. 16 at Deitch Projects, 4-40 44th Dr., Queens, NY, (212) 343-7300, deitchprojects.com

Daft Punk's Electroma features actors dressed in the Parisian DJ duo's Hedi Slimane-designed leathers, driving through the California desert in a 1987 Ferrari 412, hell-bent on making their way to (spoiler alert) oblivion. The film's been making the festival circuit for awhile—it's due out here on DVD in July—but has already achieved midnight-movie-status. It screens through the month at London's Institute of Contemporary Arts, which leads us to wonder: Are Daft Punk the new Dr. Frank-N-Furter?
May 9, 16 & 23 at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, The Mall, London, U.K., (0)20-7930-3647, ica.org.uk

Sopranos fans still smarting from the show's Journey-scored finale will be asked to give writer/producer David Chase a second chance. News broke this morning that Chase has re-teamed with Paramount's Brad Grey to write, produce, and direct his first feature film—but no word if it will be related to the New Jersey-based series. (Relevant quote from The Hollywood Reporter: "A mob story would be a natural, but the studio is being secretive about details.") Hey, whatever it is, it's got to be at least as entertaining as Alexander Payne's new HBO venture, a series called Hung about middle-aged basketball coach who's, uh, overly endowed.

[The Hollywood Reporter]

Between their face paint, battle axes, and spiked armbands, Norwegian metalheads have developed a distinctive look. But what sets Norway's black metal bands apart from, say, Kiss, is that the Scandinavians are deadly serious about their offstage mayhem. "Ask any little old lady in Norway about metal, and she'll start yelling at you about burned churches," explains photographer Peter Beste, who has spent the better part of the last eight years shooting members of the country's reclusive headbanger scene. Judge for yourself: Beste's book, True Norwegian Black Metal, goes on sale next week, and tonight a show of photos from the book opens at the Steven Kasher Gallery in New York City. Leave the earplugs at home: Beste assures us that the volume at the gallery will be set somewhere below 11.
True Norwegian Black Metal, through June 7 at Steven Kasher Gallery, 521 W. 21st St., 2nd Fl., New York, NY (212) 966-3978, stevenkasher.com

Gripped by 8/8/08 fever? Us neither, but architects Jacques Herzog and Pierre de Meuron are. The duo's design was chosen for Beijing's new Olympic Stadium, which is profiled tonight on National Geographic's Man Made. Of note: The superstructure can seat 91,000, and it looks like an enormous bird's nest made of twiglike beams. The architects say their inspirations include "a big pot" and "the Eiffel Tower." (Uh, sure.) Tune in—once August rolls around, you'll be too sick of the Games to care.
9 p.m., the National Geographic Channel

The Criterion Collection has announced plans to roll out editions of its films on Blu-ray come October. The initial movies on offer in the new format are indisputably Criterion-ish: Truffaut's The Four Hundred Blows, Godard's Contempt, and Roeg's Walkabout, among others. Also available? Wes Anderson's Bottle Rocket. We wonder if this new version will finally help us find the humor in Owen Wilson's performance—or if we'll have to wait for the Criterion Blu-ray Armageddon instead.

Zhang Huan took a break from performance art when he moved back to Shanghai from New York, but, judging from Blessings, which bows tonight, he's still interested in spectacle. (The artist garnered acclaim when he strapped on a Hulk suit hewn from steaks at the Whitney Biennial in 2002.) Giant No. 3 (pictured) is at PaceWildenstein's 25th Street location, a 15-foot Fome-Cor and cowhide sculpture Huan calls "irregular and chaotic." Meanwhile, over at the 22nd Street gallery, Huan takes on Mao's Great Leap Forward with Canal Building, an ash painting that sits atop a six-foot-tall slab of compressed temple incense flanked by a viewing bridge. Banned by the Shanghai Art Museum in February, the work depicts canal workers from a sixties-era propaganda photo. "I don't treat the burnt incense as a medium," says Huan. "It's a collection of souls, wishes, hopes, and dreams. For me it's very important to present something that combines the audience with minimalism, maximalism, sculpture, and performance." It's not a steak suit, but it's certainly a lot to digest.
Through July 25 at PaceWildenstein, 534 W. 25th St. and 545 W. 22nd St., New York, NY, (212) 929-7000 or (212) 989-4258, pacewildenstein.com

Received wisdom: Every time a journal is founded, a liberal arts student gets his wings. But among the prolific store of new magazines, we're actually looking forward to the debut of Dossier, founded by Katherine Krause and photographer Skye Parrott (who has shot for Details, GQ Style and Tokion). The debut issue features the usual roundup of art, culture and music—from heavy hitters like Francesco Clemente, Zac Posen, and Mark Ronson—but we're most excited about the journal's dedication to the world of food. Alice Waters, godmother of all things organic, is interviewed here, and Mario Batali contributes several haikus and a recipe. For the lower-minded, don't worry: It looks like there are plenty of arty nudes, too.
Dossier launches this month; for more information, go to dossierjournal.com

We wish all invitations were this informative.

Premiering tonight: Deathbowl to Downtown, a new documentary chronicling the rise of New York's skate scene. Narrated by—who else?—Chloë Sevigny, the film traces the movement to its roots in the seventies, following the sport as it intersected with the city's punk and hip-hop communities. Minor Threat and the Beastie Boys provide the soundtrack. "Skate culture comes from New York," says Rick Charnoski, one of the film's codirectors. "A bunch of misfits appropriated this thing from California, made it better, and sold it back to the West Coast." (Yes, we know: Them's fightin' words.) Deathbowl won't open to the public until fall, but those interested can quell their jones this weekend with an associated show of photographs at the Etnies Showroom in Manhattan. The Moving Image, curated by Ivory Serra, presents works by the likes of Martha Cooper, Patrick O'Dell, and Mike O'Meally (pictured), all of which place the emphasis squarely on attitude. Below, a preview of the film.

The Moving Image: A Photographic History of Skateboarding in New York City, May 10-11, at Etnies Showroom, 29 Grand St., New York, NY, (212) 604-9988, deathbowltodowntown.com

Tom Sachs continually provokes controversy, as one might expect from an artist given to transforming Prada boxes into miniature death camps. He further cements his antagonist reputation today with a dozen outsize bronzes on view at Manhattan's Lever House. Weighing 18,000 pounds, his 21-foot-tall Hello Kitty replica (pictured) dominates the courtyard, while the lobby will host a pair of bronzed skateboard ramps, a bronzed dumpster, and three Donald Judd-esque battery sculptures (Duralast, Die Hard, and Trojan). "I always try to avoid the themes of art," says Sachs, who is also unveiling Animals, an exhibit of smaller-scale works, tomorrow at Sperone Westwater. "I imagine if you came into this world and you didn't know what a skateboard ramp was but you knew what a Donald Judd was it'd all make sense." Somehow it all does.
Tom Sachs: Bronze Collection, through Sept. 6 at Lever House, 390 Park Ave., New York NY, (212) 888-2700, leverhouse.com; Animals, through June 21 at Sperone Westwater Gallery, 415 W. 13th St., New York, NY, (212) 999-7337, speronewestwater.com

Walton Ford's hyper-articulated animal paintings are at once macabre and esoteric. Thurneysser's Demon (pictured), featured in the artist's new show opening tomorrow, references the apocryphal tale of a Swiss naturalist who presents a beast to his native city of Basel, only to have it poisoned by the superstitious villagers. (For the full story, see E.P. Evan's not-so-classic text The Criminal Prosecution and Capital Punishment of Animals.) Is Demon a veiled jab at Basel, an epicenter of the international contemporary art scene, or just a cautionary fable about moose? Either way, we're interested—and staying the hell out of Switzerland.
Walton Ford at Paul Kasmin Gallery, 293 Tenth Ave., New York, NY, (212) 563-4474, paulkasmingallery.com

Guide des Jolies Femmes de Paris is a new book from Pierre-Louis Colin, a speechwriter for France's minister of foreign and European affairs. In it, the author offers a how-to guide to spotting the City of Lights' most famous attractions: the women. The gist? "Just as every region has its gastronomy, every quartier has its feminine speciality." Obviously, this is an effort to help British men rebuild their libidos.

[via GQ UK]

Herbert List's travel photography and portraits served as a key reference for Herb Ritts and Bruce Weber, and it's not hard to see why. The German lensman created a glamorous and sensual (if at times uneasy) world out of Mediterranean peasants and priests, not to mention the muscle-bound men he saw on the street. Starting tomorrow, you can experience it yourself at An Eye for Beauty, one of the largest ever exhibits of his work. The show includes more than 100 pictures (including this Picasso shot) and takes place at Dolce and Gabbana's Metropol gallery in Milan. Can't hop across the pond for a personal gander? Check out our slideshow.
Herbert List: An Eye for Beauty, May 8 through June 8, Spazio Metropol, Viale Piave 24, Milan, dolcegabbanametropol.it

Meet Wilfred, star of IFC.com's new Web comedy about a disgruntled, pot-smoking dog. He adores his owner, Sarah, but doesn't exactly welcome her new suitor, refusing to compromise his daily routine. (The dog lives like a college sophomore, subsisting on a steady diet of bong hits, anxiety, and Face/Off.) He's also hilarious—unless you're too uptight for his antics, in which case we recommend you to the care of that existential moper, Snoopy. Check it out below:

Weekdays at 4:20 p.m., ifc.com

Richard Meier & Partners: Complete Works 1963-2008 is a massive new monograph that plots the starchitect's career from Le Corbusier acolyte to his more recent commissions executed in glass and steel. Included are designs for the Jubilee Church in Rome (pictured) and Manhattan's celebrity housing project (home to Nicole Kidman, Calvin Klein, and Martha Stewart), among others. The oversize tome also features blueprints, sketches, site plans, and models for "unbuilt" projects like a multitower Madison Square Garden megaplex that will dominate New York's skyline—if the city ever gives Meier the chance.
$150, available at Taschen.com

Malcolm McDowell horrified the world in A Clockwork Orange, but another miscreant was originally keen to play the murderous droog: Mick Jagger. (Even more startling? According to recently released letters from executive producer Si Litvinoff, the Beatles wanted to score it.) Although Orange author Anthony Burgess apparently sold the rights to Jagger during lean times for $500, Mick never did get his chance to star as Alex DeLarge. Don't feel too badly—he got his rocks off later, as a Weimar-era drag queen in Bent.

[Guardian]

English blokes are turning down sex in record numbers, reports the Guardian. Relationship counseling firm Relate has seen a 40 percent increase in "sex-shy male clients," with stress believed to be the leading cause. (Like everyone, it seems, Britons have been working longer hours in recent years.) But don't feel too bad—as one hapless gent puts it, "I'm baffled by my lack of interest, but not particularly unhappy." His wife apparently had no comment.

[via GQ UK]