Obeying the occult rules of what's "in," decorous little teen-aged girls from fashionable Manhattan schools must this spring climb, white-sneakered, to the top spiral of the Guggenheim Museum. Low-voiced and appreciative, they stand there taking notes for essays on an enormous painting that has an all-over pattern of gooey brown and a row of real, 3-in. buttons running down the middle. It is called Coat. The girls do not laugh. Coat is pop art. And pop art, much as it may outrage Pop, not to mention Grandpop, is the biggest fad since art...
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