I have been uninspired to read or write anything lately. Like a light bulb that was suddenly switched off. Amazing! Let’s try this, shall we?
I took two days off between consulting gigs. On one day, I watched The Daughters while Mrs. Wife went on a well-deserved long weekend away. Before she left, I spent a day strolling around Chelsea with CB ducking in an out of the galleries. It was mid-week so, naturally, they were all gloriously empty. It’s the only way to see these things and it made me yearn for the days when I was unemployed (with a severance).
I’m not a huge Picasso fan—a lot of his stuff is too esoteric for me and it sails over my head—but I was really moved by the Picasso and Marie-Thérèse exhibit at the Gagosian Gallery on 21st Street (through July 15). The idea that you can see such a huge gathering of Picassos in a beautifully lit gallery for FREE blows my mind.
The Gagosian has gotten into the habit of putting on blockbuster exhibits for free…because they can, I guess. They mounted a spectacular Monet exhibit not long ago. None of the pieces in these exhibits are for sale, which is counterintuitive to what a gallery is all about. But it’s not as though I could afford any them if they were. The gallery is turning itself into a de facto museum.
CB is a scribe in the fashion industry so we had a professional obligation to visit the Kate Moss photo exhibit at the Danzinger Gallery on W. 23rd Street. There are about two dozen pics by different photographers that span her career. Like the Picasso work, I didn’t think this would be for me but enjoyed it despite my preconceived notions. That happens a LOT.
This was my favorite shot because it shows Kate on 42nd Street right around the time I got to New York. The city was dank, dirty and scary—especially 42nd Street. I like looking back on old New York but don’t miss it all that much. In some of the photos, Kate is no more than a child and they were kind of creepy and sad to look at. They certainly explain some of the horribleness she was to experience later in life.
Here’s a fun one also at the Gagosian Gallery (the one on 24th Street). John Chamberlain’s sculptures are constructed from mangled auto parts.