Wear your sunglasses when you go to see Andy Warhol's show of "Reigning Queens." The day-glo pinks and vivid primaries of his silk-screen prints are so strong, they make your eyes hurt. The better to make his familiar point about the vapidity of modern life and the way we turn celebrities into mass-produced images, ever-present but no more substantive than the paper they're printed on.
No news here from Warhol, except that his current subjects have higher pedigrees than the Marilyns and Jackies that he previously has stamped out in series. The queens he has chosen this time around are Beatrix of the Netherlands, Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom, Margrethe of Denmark and Ntombi Twala of Swaziland.
