I love that Jeff Koons! Just saw his show at the Whitney. I remember when that work first appeared and I HATED it. I thought it was narcissistic, self-involved, concerned with the Art Market in a self-congratulatory way. But now it strikes me as exuberant and peculiar, almost lonely in its oddness. I love his celebration of the mundane, his elevation of small pleasures. And his big sculptures from the Celebration Series are amazing. His startling, effortless invocation of cognitive dissonance through the juxtaposition of materials--playdough made of aluminum that looks like foam--and manipulation of scale gave me the shivers.