The first thing I saw when I entered Jeffrey Deitch’s Oz-on-Acid fairly bonkers performance-stuffed party last Friday celebrating Live the Art—a brick of a coffee table book out from Rizzoli that documents the 15 years of his beyond wacky, insanely important art space, Deitch Projects—was the name of the impresario’s beloved bygone space done up in the font and design of a Brillo Pad. 892 more words