Everything’s Changed. Oh, Wait. No, It Hasn’t.

As 2002 began, art was supposed to be forevermore infused with the post-9/11 sensibility. Materialism and schlocky marketing were out, serious contemplation of the human condition was in. Riiiiight. So why does Frida Kahlo now have her own posthumous perfume, and why is the star of the year a shoplifting actress who hasn’t made a good film since (arguably) Girl, Interrupted? “In a year where the world was too much with us, art could at least be bewildering.”