This is the season for taking risks. For new beginnings. Actually, every season's appropriate for spreading our wings and flying. Feathers are there--you look great...and most risks are easily handled. All it takes, really, is some preparation. Because from preparation? Comes CONFIDENCE. That's . . .
Do you ever look at old family pictures and wonder at the innocence they portray? How we knew nothing of the life that was to unfold? How each decision we made took us in one direction or another, and that direction completely changed what might have been another outcome? Do you look into your own . . .
Contemporary art is my favorite. So when I find a museum that's got great art and a unique, authentic spin, I'm all over it. Such was the case this month at the Museum of Contemporary Native Arts of Santa Fe, just off the Plaza. I had the pleasure of slowly walking through all by myself one . . .
"Quick!" girlfriend said, as we strolled down a busy Manhattan street. "You need a photo of that!" She pointed out graffiti that read: In pursuit of magic. It's sort of Banksy-esque, since it's written in stencil, but I didn't think it was him. So I did some research, figuring nothing would come . . .
I was trying to explain British artist Banksy's street art to my husband the other day. "Ok, so you're saying that he does graffiti? That his ruining of public property is worth a lot of money?" Well, yeah, I guess. He's known for stenciled graffiti work, but I guess I never really thought of . . .
It's hard to believe that the beginning of the 20th century was more than 100 years ago.It doesn't seem like it could be that long ago. Time passes so quickly, doesn't it? Our country was very different back then--these historical photos that have been restored give us a glimpse of a very . . .
There are few things I like better than a good historical costume exhibition. Saw a great fashion exhibit in London. It reminded me of something I saw in NYC in May but haven't posted. Punk fashion. While it's jarring to think that punk fashion is now historical, I was forced to confront that . . .
The sign said this is a portable harpsichord. My husband narrowed his eyes. "Portable has a different meaning when you have 250 servants," he observed. True, dat. As if we need a reminder that war is absolutely stupid and never solved anything. Just saying. M. reminded me that cherubs . . .
This seems to be my season to encounter toilet scenes. What I love about this toilet I saw at New York City's Metropolitan Museum of Art is just that: it's part of a punk fashion exhibition, a historical look at lifestyle. And it perfectly evokes the era and the situation. Those in the know say . . .
I saw these sculptures in a San Francisco gallery last month. She sat in the window posing for tourists, looking as real as can be. And from the back, just as lovely. Disembodied and a bit disturbing, to tell the truth. I loved her. Floating perfectly on an inner tube, maybe down a . . .