I mean... The Met does it for me. Every time. I sauntered uptown in the rain this
morning, hangover in tow, and ruined my new shoes. Oh well. Merde. Upon entering the Met I forgot about all of that. The Met is a powerful
thing to me- I discover something new every time and for that I am thankful
for its existence. I went up to see the Costume Show on the American Woman
as well as the Picasso retrospective. I was not disappointed. Picasso show was amazing. I must admit- I am more a fan of the life and
lusts of Picasso than I have ever been of his work. Yes he was beyond a
genius, but he doesn't make my soul sing. I will say the linocuts were
incredible- had never seen his linoleum pieces before and I surely love
them. That was a treat. The costume show was gorgeous, but had some issues in my mind. The show went
from about 1840-1940 and traced the lineage of fashion "types" over that
period from the heiress to the Gibson Girl to the Flapper to the Suffragette
to the screen siren with more in between I'm sure. The clothes were
surprisingly fresh in feel- in particular the gowns of Charles James and
Madame Gres were beyond. What sort of bugged me was the weird timeframe
(kind of a chopped up period- what happened after 1940- I would make a case
that the 60s were an incredibly liberating period for women in particular)
and the text accompanying the show- basically that the American woman is
slim and athletic, with the exception of the screen siren who is somewhat
curvier- the text claims these are the two fashion prototypes to this day.
Hmm. I think there is so much in between but understand this is fashion yet
still...still. The use of film incorporated throughout was nice though- as
well as the wild wigs of Julien D'Ys on the mannequins. What was also beyond was strolling through the Met and falling back in love
with Impressionism and traditional figurative portrait painting in general.
I am so obsessed with l'arte moderne these days, I've simply forgotten how
much I love Manet and Matisse and am beyond fond of Alfred Steven's amazing
"In the Studio". (See attached). It's so stunning and gorgeous and makes me
well up a bit. In the midst of all of this newfangled techy stuff, I again
go back to the classics that made me love art in the first place as a young
girl. I am not sure anything can rival that feeling of strolling casually through
the Met by oneself- it's a simple pleasure but one I can do over and over
again. I also love the suits of armor and love the medieval collections.
Spending the day at the Met is like seeing your dearest BF. Always a
gorgeous pleasure. And that's what's up this Wednesday night, my last night
in NY for the moment. Off to Philly tomorrow. XO
morning, hangover in tow, and ruined my new shoes. Oh well. Merde. Upon entering the Met I forgot about all of that. The Met is a powerful
thing to me- I discover something new every time and for that I am thankful
for its existence. I went up to see the Costume Show on the American Woman
as well as the Picasso retrospective. I was not disappointed. Picasso show was amazing. I must admit- I am more a fan of the life and
lusts of Picasso than I have ever been of his work. Yes he was beyond a
genius, but he doesn't make my soul sing. I will say the linocuts were
incredible- had never seen his linoleum pieces before and I surely love
them. That was a treat. The costume show was gorgeous, but had some issues in my mind. The show went
from about 1840-1940 and traced the lineage of fashion "types" over that
period from the heiress to the Gibson Girl to the Flapper to the Suffragette
to the screen siren with more in between I'm sure. The clothes were
surprisingly fresh in feel- in particular the gowns of Charles James and
Madame Gres were beyond. What sort of bugged me was the weird timeframe
(kind of a chopped up period- what happened after 1940- I would make a case
that the 60s were an incredibly liberating period for women in particular)
and the text accompanying the show- basically that the American woman is
slim and athletic, with the exception of the screen siren who is somewhat
curvier- the text claims these are the two fashion prototypes to this day.
Hmm. I think there is so much in between but understand this is fashion yet
still...still. The use of film incorporated throughout was nice though- as
well as the wild wigs of Julien D'Ys on the mannequins. What was also beyond was strolling through the Met and falling back in love
with Impressionism and traditional figurative portrait painting in general.
I am so obsessed with l'arte moderne these days, I've simply forgotten how
much I love Manet and Matisse and am beyond fond of Alfred Steven's amazing
"In the Studio". (See attached). It's so stunning and gorgeous and makes me
well up a bit. In the midst of all of this newfangled techy stuff, I again
go back to the classics that made me love art in the first place as a young
girl. I am not sure anything can rival that feeling of strolling casually through
the Met by oneself- it's a simple pleasure but one I can do over and over
again. I also love the suits of armor and love the medieval collections.
Spending the day at the Met is like seeing your dearest BF. Always a
gorgeous pleasure. And that's what's up this Wednesday night, my last night
in NY for the moment. Off to Philly tomorrow. XO
