How much of Paris Hilton's crotch – you've seen it on the Internet – any rational person needs is a question asked by Auguries of Innocence, an exhibition of photographs by David Lachapelle at Tony Shafrazy Gallery. Actually, Ms Hilton only makes a fleeting appearance in what is, essentially, Mr LaChapelle's debut as a political commentator. War, he wants us to know, is a bad thing.

This week, Bones, intrepid art-world raconteur, bounces over to Tony Shafrazi Gallery in Chelsea, not certain what to expect. A violent reaction ensues... Tony Shafrazi is a decorated veteran of New York's commercial art scene, a dealer with a significant role in the robust legacy of the '80s downtown scene, the world of hustle and grime, of the evergreen angelic of Basquiat and Haring.

A self-professed surrealist, David LaChapelle has a talent for skewing close to reality when need be – as in, whenever Amy Winehouse calls on him to direct a music video – and making that reality look eye-popping, campy, and cogent to boot. But he shines the most not through his MTV cache, but through his own visual artwork.