The Bar With No Name

The Bar With No Name

Clem Bastow, Reviewer

Thursday, July 19, 2007

This has more interesting nooks and crannies than you would believe possible from the outside.

When I was at school and still taking art classes, nothing used to irritate me more than wannabe conceptualists who would churn out splashy pieces and then name them all Untitled (or, worse, Untitled #1, Untitled #2, Untitled #3, and so on). And just when I thought I'd escaped all that, I started working in the music industry, where tiresome alt.country and ambient blowhards would name their 12-minute snorefests - you guessed it - Untitled. The thing is, if your piece of "art" really is untitled, then it doesn't have a title. It's just " ". Or not even that. You'd just point at it. So, The Bar With No Name, if you really were a bar with no name, you'd just be a bar, with no name, on a street. Anyway, since I am clearly in desperate need of a stiff drink, I will let it slide for now - fortunate, really, because there's nowhere nicer to have said stiff drink than Brunswick Street's old favourite, The Bar With No Name(*bites tongue*). Nestled in the "Paris" section of Brunswick Stre...

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