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"I consider myself a hedonist," Yinka Shonibare related in a 2002 interview. The London-based artist, born of Nigerian parents, then added, "Pleasure is king—as well as a very strong basis for being subversive." Although he may sound like the languorously licentious Lord Henry from Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray, Shonibare assumes the title role in a series of 12 photographs employing period costumes and sets. Wilde, an Irishman who bum-rushed English high society with his wit and acid observations, would probably have enjoyed witnessing this black man portray his lovely Victorian dandy, who's fatally corrupted by hypocrisy and vanity. Less than fleshly pleasures, the focus of this fascinating group show is how we live within our own—or imagine inhabiting someone else's—skin. In the six-minute video Monster in the Making, Douglas Gordon channels that bugaboo of the psyche, Mr. Hyde; the artist first studies his own pleasant face in a mirror, then uses clear tape to flare his nostrils, grotesquely bind his ears, and finally pull back his top and bottom lips to emphasize the mouth as a gaping wet orifice. A nearby piece gives the show its title: In 1975, Marina Abramovic engaged an Amsterdam prostitute to attend a gallery opening while the artist sat in a red-light district window awaiting customers. "We both take full responsibility for our roles" reads a text under large photos of the two women performing their Role Exchange.

More family-oriented, Janine Antoni uses wigs and makeup to morph her parents across a span of three color photographs: First, mom is made up to look like dad; next, they both cross-dress; then dad poses as a double to mom. The two "women" are allowed to entwine their arms, but the "men" in the opening shot keep a more masculine distance. Things get overtly flamboyant in a portrait of demimonde icon Leigh Bowery, with syrupy midnight-blue drips running down his bald, egg-shaped head while his ample bosom is squashed by a confining emerald gown. Absolutely fab is a video of Kalup Linzy and Shaun Leonardo lip-synching a 1933 classic of bluesy titillation, "Lollipop." These two bare-chested studs assume the roles of teasing inamorata and hounding beau, exchanging such lines as "Here's one thing I'm guarding with all my might"/"Yeah honey, and I can see good and well that you sho' is sittin' on it tight." Love is as love does.

Dustin Yellin

Folks art: Janine Antoni's Mom and Dad, 1994
photo: Courtesy: Sean Kelly Gallery and Luhring Augustine
Folks art: Janine Antoni's Mom and Dad, 1994

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'Role Exchange'
Sean Kelly
528 West 29th Street
Through August 3

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