Yesterday evening I went to the James Franco: Gaytown exhibition at Perez Projects Gallery in Berlin.
I now understand why Berlin’s art scene wasn’t interested in the exhibition. When celebrity meets art it usually gives birth to something completely unrelated to art at all: interest in the artist instead of the art being exhibited. When I came in a massive crowd was shoving their way in.. all trying to make their way to see James and have their picture taken with him. I guess this can be expected, but the whole scene seemed a bit excessive.  The walls were plastered with blankets covered in paintings and splashed with self portraits, spiderman references and other proverbial self-involvement. I ended up being able to speak to James for a total of about twenty seconds, until he was whisked away and drove off(in what seemed to be) a police escorted car.
If you’re wondering about the name of the exhbition, James explains it to KALTBLUT magazine:
 
“THERE WAS A GUY IN OREGON THAT EDITED A BOOK CALLED‘FUCKING JAMES FRANCO’ WHICH WAS A SERIES OF FICTIONAL PIECES ABOUT MY SEX LIFE. SO THERE’S ONE EPISODE WHERE I HAVE SEX WITH SPIDER-MAN ON THE SET, AND ANOTHER ONE WHERE I GO TO PRISON AND HAVE SEX IN PRISON. SO I THOUGHT ‘HERE IS SOMEONE APPROPRIATING MY NAME AND MY PUBLIC PERSONA, WELL I’LL DO THE SAME THING. I WILL LAND THE REAL JAMES INTO THIS PROJECT AND ACT OUT EVERYTHING THAT THEY DESCRIBE.’”