Gagosian Gallery’s new exhibition by Francesco Vezzoli is a valentine to our obsession with fame, fortune and fashion and a rather hilarious send up of commerce as our modern religion. But is the work worth the trip to chelsea? how much should we care about supermodels with needlepoint tears andÂ Vezzoli’s mother dressed as the virgin mary singing pop tunes? Are we supposed to be outraged? Is the commentary anything new? This is certainly not new territory for Vezzoli, whose work has explored theÂ themes ofÂ fame, sex, blasphemy and sin for many years. The New York Times blog calls it “irreverent” in thisÂ post from last week. What do you think?