FOOD

Where are all the pies? This question haunted the opening of Becks Futures prize two weeks back. The ICA had gone for three openings routine; snazzy art folk, plebby art folk and last and very much least, ICA members (and you thought that £30 would buy you access to the art world, sucker). Trying, however, to get a nibble at even the poshest of these openings was quite beyond our correspondent. And we all know what no food and lots of booze do to art world folks don't we? So, our special prize goes to Brian Griffiths for falling down the ICA bar stairs carrying four pints of lager. Still it seems that the ICA have learnt their lesson - the prize is due to be announced at a special top nosh celebration this week. And with rumours that Leonardo di Caprio is going to jet in for Amy Adler's exhibition at the Photographers Gallery it looks like being a top week for art world partying. Both Adler and Becks will do well to emulate Wolfgang Tillmans' recent extraordinarily hedonistic studio leaving party. The boy certainly knows how to rock and congratulations to all those art folk present who took the opportunity to extend the boundaries of their sexuality.

MEDIA

With the art world so fly right now, it ain't surprising that glossy magazines are just falling over themselves to stick a bit of art in. First we had i-D's gallery issue - now it's the turn of POP. The gorgeous glossy had a lovely selection of images by 14 artists it modestly termed 'friends and lovers'. And Sadie Coles HQ must have been delighted - a remarkable four out the fourteen international names came from the gallery's stable of artists.

INSIGHT

POP's art editor is Pauline Daly. Surely she's not the same Pauline Daly who is gallery director at Sadie Coles HQ?

MORE TRACEY EMIN

We just can't get enough of that gal. Readers might remember our story about her hut which was just too hard for Americans to figure out how to put together. Apparently this may not be the case after all; reports reach us that when the crate containing 'The Hut' was opened the piece had rotted away leaving crumbling wood, flaking paint and the smell of 'lethal fungus'. Cue return and refund, although this reaction might have been harsh - Artrumour's resident critic assures us that the rotting wood might have been a metaphor for the withering of love and life. Meanwhile Time Out have had to publish an apology this week for implying that it was dear old Tracey having vigorous sex in Mat Collishaw's video piece at the Lux. If you simply can't get enough of Tracey check out www.paulstgeorge.com/emin/ for a naughty little game which you might already feature in.

TELEVISION

This week in New Eastenders: Soap-lovers have been on tenterhooks for weeks following the dramatic shooting of the hard man of Hoxton Square, Adrian Searle. Since his older brother Waldemar drove into the River Thames looking for the Hayward, Searle has transformed from being the hard-drinking yet loveable mechanic into the square's resident psycho clad in a leather jacket. Several suspects could have pulled the gun, in fact, so many that we don't have enough room to list them all. Tune in and all will be revealed including Searle's heart-breaking past as a dauber of turgid paintings.

MORE FOOD

With art being so cool, the art mag frieze has decided it's time to write about food, which was cool just a few years back now. Here's a bit: "Heston and his team have mastered a technique of perfectly cooking meat so that it is evenly heated throughout. Rather than bunging it in the oven, and perhaps turning it over a couple of times, his fillets are pan cooked using an updated version of the spit turned every few minutes." Artrumour hates to be pedantic, but isn't this revolutionary way of doing lamb otherwise known as a shish kebab?

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