It has been a chilly non-spring in Manhattan, but the silly season has nevertheless arrived at the art galleries and dealers' showrooms. At the Kornblee, an Italian named Michelangelo Pistoletto, 33, is displaying shiny sheets of steel, on which he has pasted blown-up, painted photographs of men and women. Visitors are reflected in the steel mirrors so that, just for an instant, they are fooled into thinking they are part of a parade, or trying to read someone else's paper—and that the painted figures are really real.
At the Waddell Gallery, Fifth Avenue's puckish furrier, Jacques Kaplan, is parading an...
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