Fashion magazines have been fawning over Marc Jacobs’ Stephen Sprouse collection for Louis Vuitton for months now, and The Stephen Sprouse book has been getting nearly equal hype in various magazines and assorted blogs. (And now that you can actually buy the Louis Vuitton collection, and purchase the book, early sales indicate that both are wildly successful.) In the midst of all the hype, however, the retrospective Sprouse exhibit at Deitch has been more or less a backdrop for the excitement. A supporting element for those interested in “further reading” so to speak. Even Artforum writes more about the parties than the show. But now Charlie Finch, the Mr. Blackwell of the art world, comes through with this cleverly titled review of the exhibition itself: The Sprouse House.

(Get it? “Sprouse” and “House”? It rhymes.)

Whatever. You aren’t somebody until Charlie Finch says you’re nobody.