24 hour culture-a-thon
In the last 24 hours (ok, actually, it was 25 hours and it ended last night at 10pm) I have seen it all. (ok, actually, not ALL, but a good deal)
First up was the Quotidian opening at the
Buia Gallery. This was an exhibit of art pulled from various galleries such that it was all "found objects."
This was a lot of stuff that makes you go "hmmmm".
An example of a piece is to the left. This was cut out images from fliers for various places that sell toys and taped on a white sheet of paper. I was told by the gallery owner's brother that it was to inspire a sense of awe and bring us back to childhood by having all the good stuff right there for us to feed upon with our eyes without having to hunt through pictures of detergent and batteries first.
yes, well, thats all nice and good except, why not cut the images a little nicer, and present it with more cleaner lines? or was it supposed to be a childish cut job? We spent some time infront of this piece and I raised the question of copyright. The artists took these images and put them together as art. My question is, do the models, the stylists, the photographers of these images recieve any recognition? Should they? For some reason or other these images were chosen from other pictures of stuffed animals and what not. My main opponent in this discussion retorted that since these images were found in the trash, and therefore, free, that this dismissed the artist of having to acknowledge anyone involved in producing the original picture. I retorted that we pick up music free of charge from the radio, and if I was to record it and broadcast is as art, or part of art, say in a play, I would have to acknowledge the original recording. The opponent came back with. "no, this artist doesnt have to acknowledge the designer of trash."
mmmm. I wonder if she really meant to call the piece trash.
Next up on the culture a thon, was the dragon parade yesturday in Chinatown. The image to the right was similar to most of the dragons going down Mott St. Its 2 guys (seemed to be all males) making the legs and mouth/eyes move. Mostly they would just come in and walk around each shop and blink and open their mouths and one of my bosses would give them a little red envelope with some cash as good luck. But there were 2 dragons that set up directly in front of the shop to "perform." Why they chose us, I dont know, perhaps my boss knows the leader of this particular group. But anyway these guys were amazing, they danced and jumped and got on one another's sholders so that the dragon was standing up and waving. The dragon continued to "eat" the gifts of oranges and red envelopes left out for it. (it was incredible to see this . . . i mean everything was gone from the bowl. . . it really looked like a dragon was eatting it). Next the dragon spun around and tossed out of its mouth the oranges, mostly at little kids, because recieving one of these means good luck for the whole year. A second dragon (this was only 1 guy) then got up on a pole 12' in the air and spun in danced on a freakin' pole, grabbing a lucky cabbage also in the air, on a pole, with its paws* and eatting it, tossing the then shredded cabbage down to our awed upturned faces.
If you missed it this year, go down and check out the parade, its always 6 and 7 days after the official Chinese new year (this year is 4705 in the chinese calendar).
Finally, last night I saw Coming or Going. This was the best performance I've seen in a long time. And it was off,off Broadway. And, of course, TS helped out with the sound design. But I am telling you, if you are in town on a Wed- Sat next couple of weeks, go see this show (Closes March 10). It takes place on the back porch of the childhood home of 4 sisters in Texas. Their father, Big Daddy, has just died. Frankly, no one seems to upset by this. The story is more about the sisters' relationship, those who stuck in town, the one that moved to NYC, and the one who found God and moved to Dallas. The set, costumes, music, were all right on point and Amy Dickenson was amazing as big sis Mo.
So with all that culture in the last 24 hours, what to do today? well, hmmm. . . . I'm thinking bad Style network shows, like Bridzilla, and later, some Winey Stars and Cheesey costumes with the Oscars.
*this means the guy was using his feet to grab the cabbage, one arm to hold up the heavy dragon head of the costume and one arm to move the mouth up and down/blink the eyes and grab the cabbage, all while balencing on about 1/2 square foot of space on the top of 12 foot pole. seriously incredible and he did it so that it was really a magical looking dragon.
Hampton Chutney
Hampton Chutney is a little restaurant on Prince St that serves, among other things, a great tasting Cardamon coffee. I think I've mentioned this before, actually.
So anyway, it being a lovely day, I was walking around Soho and decided what better way to spend Fat Tuesday, than with a decadent cup of joe?
Apparently, I was not alone in this thought, for the place* was packed. I was waiting, just kind of looking around, when I realized who was ahead of me in line!
I havent had a celeb citing in a while, and certainly never in a restaurant that I frequent. But the actress of great lines like, "What New York really is, is it's an island, with lots of people, lots of different people... I hope to maybe meet some guys, some Italian guys, and maybe watch some TV. " and "When I get out of here, I'm having my eyes lasered. "was actually there with her little white dog.
The whole time I played it cool. no, really. And then, once on Lafayette, called TS to report the sighting of his favorite actress.
I am "hearting" NY today!
*where TS and I have a had some bizzare dosas
Here's to the ladies who brunch
This past weekend was splendidly spent among my oldest friends. KVH and RW braved the weather and Brooklyn roads to spend some time in NYC. While the first evening was spent using hammers to brake the heaped-up ice in order to park with at least one tire on actuall ground, the fun-level only went up from there.
We gathered strength while brunching on delectable trio of meals at East of Eighth before heading west to gallery-land. The coolest, I thought, was among the last 2 we checked out:
Huang Yong Ping at the Gladstone Gallery. This was a suprising collection of 4-5' + urns with various "scary" things inside. This was great, not only to view for yourself, but to see everyone else's reactions as they reached up on tip-toe to peer over the lip and take a gander. Separately there were also a mini Pentagon and Colliseum, seemingly to scale and about 10' across diameter, on average, filled with (although not "full of") plants. The overall image I took home from this artist was a work of commonplace structures, but enclosing the possibility of evil and mayham.
The other "NY" thing we did was go see
Company. The New York magazine rated it the number one musical of the year. umm, well . . . I dont really agree . . . even though it is infact the ONLY musical I've seen this year. While it was different to see the actors/singers/dancers (although not really a lot of dancing) also play all the intruments, the characters seemed to follow stereotypes of couples and women's roles . . .granted its a revival from the '70s, but other than a truely awesome "Not Getting Married Today" I wouldnt really recomend this musical.
Saturday night included a round of Bacci at Union Hall before attempting to dance to "hipsters" 80s . . . later a new DJ showed up and got people shaking.
Sunday night after drinks at Calente Cab, dinner at Rissotoria, we happened upon Rocco's bakery . . . new to me, and if you are in the area check this place out! the hot cocoa was surprisingly rich for a $2 drink!
Of course, it would not be a queg weekend without a little bit of chocolate and decadence.
Chikalicious was devine!
jammin to the goodies and oldies
Earlier this week, TS whisked me to downtown bay ridge for a habatci feast at
Arirang. There was much knife tossing and flying zucchini as well as dancing shrimps. This was all done to some lovely elevator-esque jazz jams. It was all background music to me until I recognized one tune. I couldnt believe this had been soft jazz-ified! It reminded me of waiting to check out at Giant and hearing Madonna's Like a Virgin playing out in synthesized clarinet. Anyway, the tune in question, playing to ours and 3 other tables* was
The Way You Move, by Outkast. seriously. Outkast. is that when you know you've made it, or you know your over?
The tunes continued the next night as TS and TM accompanied
Tegan Meyers for her second act at Shutters, for a cabiret show of sorts. It was all very old-school New York, with even a delicate lace shaw draped over the babygrand piano. My favorite song was (actually I'm not sure of the title, but I think its) Meadowlark. Of course all songs in which TS accompanied were fabulous! :)
*oddly, or perhaps not so oddly, as what else would bring people out in the freakin' freezing weather? there was a birthday at every other table there.