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Critics Picks were never meant to be reviews, and continually read more like Press Releases for artists ever-more disinterested in making coherent statements and instead showcasing their indifferent poetics. The gun reflects, like the other weaponry depicted in the show, an arbitrariness within the gloss of style, of symbols without recourse, wasted in a Wolfsonian breakdown of meaning exchanged for its gloss, “ecstasy” another meaningless word like a Calvin Klein’s Obsession, adornment to an object meant to connote through its amorphousness destroying specificity for affective branding.