TAKASHI MURAKAMI

Andy Warhol is the starting point for Mr. Murakami’s cold embrace of heedless commercialism. But the scale and scope of Mr. Murakami’s enterprise would have been beyond Warhol’s ken, though he probably would have found it amusing. Mr. Murakami’s obliviousness to irony might have given Andy pause. The Factory, with its roving array of socialites, bohemians and hangers-on, was a pointed mockery of the artist’s studio as sanctum sanctorum.

-The New York Observer
April 15 2008