Hear/Say

Haven’t posted; been in New York//New York this past week.

I love it here. Call me cliche. (<== in saying this, I have solidified my degree of cliche-ness; this frightens me, and ironically makes me rebel against my own impulses/feelings/intuitions). The people here are more beautiful, talented, passionate, ambitious… maybe even more intelligent.The friction between their beauty and the real grind of life makes everything glow with a greater fire. I feel like life on the West coast floats, while things here hit the ground running.Too bad I’m due back tonight.

Some blogs by borough can be found here.

I fell in love with the MoMa yesterday. So many glorious pieces that define the Modern age of art; they even had the Parade ballet that Picasso/Satie/Cocteau collaborated on, as well as the fantastic costume pieces:

Picasso's Cubist Parade Costumes

They also had the solid collection of Warhol (Campbell soup cans, Marilyn Monroe print), John Jasper, Matisse, even a couple of wonderfully rich Kahlo pieces. I don’t know how people stay away from the museums here.That said, I feel boring when I gush about wandering about the halls of the Met/MoMa/Guggenheim, especially with my brother sulking and pouting along, but maybe I’m a boring person? My insecurity about cliches continue.

Cezanne and Miro also made admirable appearances, and they had a large exhibition on James Ensor, who is quite a curious artist– his images of light and witty satire preceded those to follow him in this age of Modernism, not to mention his pieces were unique and detailed in their illustrations.

J Ensor

Speaking about cliches, I’m reading Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman– a well-written manifesto on pop culture, discussing our ideas of love (impossible to reach in the shadow of media’s illusions), rock n’roll (paradoxical and complex in the face of tribute bands), and consumerism/happiness (from within and reflected in popular game The Sims). For anyone with a big of cliche’d angst in their lives, it’s a great read. And funny.

Hope the flight to Seattle isn’t too tediously long (i.e. brother dear driving me up the wall)

Gracious