Posts Tagged ‘Madonna’

Getting Around to This Summer’s Exhibitions

July 6, 2009

After settling into summer the season which nevers seems as if it will be as long as it will turn out to be in the discovery of its’ true depths it was finally that this blogger set aside time to voyage to the various art exhibitions blockbuster and otherwise which he wished to see.

He started in this latest round of museum going with his first visit to the New- New museum of Contemporary Art (which as of this going is relatively new but not brand..) to see the ennial (tri or otherwise or section of their international survey) for the exhibition of artists of the age of thirty three or younger and catchingly named “Younger Than Jesus” (Madonna who already has a boyfriend named Jesus who is younger than his namesake by a decade and all of 23 may or may not be invited in or her presence allowed).

It was a noisy collection of works with loud instillation upon instillation and by the time he departed this blogger was practically running out the door.  Yes there was the girl sleeping in the bed with the artists materials being described as to paraphrase human female, sleeping pill, and bed.  Lets leave it there take two like these people must have had to in order sleep through the noise and read my blog in the morning……

But , later, I thought hey why not propose a new exhibition a new ennial for artists and viewers who are not  deaf  yet but who cannot quite take the rebounds of sound mashed together in inter-instillation chaos and are older than Jesus but are of less years than the most famous tour guide of them all or  in other words are  younger than Moses (at the time after he left Egypt  and was going around in a circle for forty years waiting for his entrance into the Promised Land which  in the end for him never came).

Next it was off to Washington DC to see an exhibition works of the works of the very same Spanish Still Life virtuoso from which I had turned around from on the voyage to just a couple of posts ago, Luis Melendez.

First stopping in New Jersey after working all day and trying to get over the urban air conditions I had just left  behind I finally stopped in Penn’s Grove (a town between the the turnoff after the last exit toll on the New jersey Turnpike and the Deleware Memorial Bridge) for the night (with a stop for dinner at at an Appleby’s which consisted of a Mexican Salad and a French onion soup).

Waking in the morning I headed straight for DC and once there popped into Armands’ Chicago Pizzeria on Capitol Hill for lunch (and the congressional staffers all look  so young because I guess they are).

Then when driving along the Mall are for a parking spot within walking distance of the National Gallery in spotting one in a moment it was gone when at a stop light this museum got caught behind a turning bus and a vehicle from another direction swarmed in and swiped it.

Aftera couple hours of driving around in a circle and lacking the change for the seven  minutes  a quarter meter finally this driver drove over to the parking lot beside the  Potomac Tidal Basin which in turn is across from the Jefferson memorial parked and walked over.

The paintings were light and delightful thoguh the room they were placed in  seemed rather dark. The thirty canvases were brought together with some real models of the period wares the painter employed in his works.  The largest suite of works as a sub group here were the works he did on commission (his only major royal one for a the Prince of Austrias) done of the edibles found in the new world so here we have cauliflower , chocolate, and other wonder such as watermelon. These works were in a special exhibition in I.M Pei’s timeless West Wing while in the East Wing was  The Art of Power : Royal  Armor and Portraits from Imperial Spain” which though I took in some of the Imperial Battle wear and the Velasquez and Reubens Portraits of Phillip the Second of Spain my visit was not in depth so this blogger must vow to  return to the John Russell Pope’s stately marble East Wing where this display temporarily resides.

Soon thereafter I made my way back over to my car parked beside the tidal basin and drove  north.  In White Marsh I stopped at the mall which being one I had never stopped at before called for browsing and so I did.  Here after getting some much needed quick cash this along the highway stopper acquired some  phone accessories and got a qi gong back massage folowed by dinner at P.F Changs (sauteed spinach in garlic and shrimp with candied almonds and honeydew).

Later feeling tired this traveler pulled over not to the side of the road but at a rest-stop on the New Jersey Turnpike.  When after resting he returned to NYC via the Holland tunnel he took one of three exits off the rounding curve out of the fluvial traffic corridor and headed for Brooklyn to see the Gustave Callibotte exhibition just before it closed.

Having waited almost to the end to see the work of this sometimes overlooed impressionist whose work often communicates presence and a transtemporality like time travel (the works are so alive).  As well his works of oarsmen on brooks and stream capturing that soft summer ligh though when the sun is at its hightest though dappled in the forrest and reflected in the water ah!

There was one particular Calliebotte painting “A Traffic Island Boulevard Haussmann“: which this writer had not seen before and was quite taken with.   This work like many of Callibottes reflects a sense of timelessness and ease as it is as much about the entrance and exit  and what as is beyond as it about the works spherical center it is about light moving across time perhaps and that the soul exists as it starts, stops, and moves on.

Prince Harry Plays Polo

June 11, 2009

prince harrySo For the first time while temporarily loosing hold of the temporality of this blog, this person, was heading down to Washington DC to see the works of the still life legend  Luis Melendez from the deep vortex of Imperial Spain when he decided to turn around for a double Gemini pre -birthday meditation circle.  Meanwhile having to celebrate a birthday and seeing that Prince Harry would be playing Polo on Governor’s Island and that there were still tickets available he called the number from the internet from his car.  Yes, the tickets were five hundred dollars for a pair but the proceeds would be going to charity and in being part of the moment he swept them up.

This gave this now Polo match goer ample time to organize a wardrobe and ruminate over presentation strategy as well as to organize the day.  So he chose a blue blazer, turquoise English broadcloth shirt, orange silk Gucci tie (same as worn to the opening of the Pictures Generation at the Metropolitan Museum of Art), riding pants bought on the Piazza di Palio in Sienna, and long sleek black cole- Haan shoes for this outing with the suddenly garden fresh New York Polo set.  First it was to take the subway (oh my) to lower Manhattan to make our way to the Govenor’s Island ferry which turned out to  be the wrong one though the polo ponies were being trucked in the make the crossing and so we being of ample body walked all the way over to Battery Park City where everything was in order and we received our envelopes (birthday boy Neil and I) for lunch on the lawn.   Oh the day was  golden (…golden years golden years don’t let me here you say life is taking you nowhere angel angel….. the nights are warm and the days are young” and I beg your apology to David) everyone was bedecked.  Upon arriving upon the island there was a line after disembarking to be trollied to the polo grounds and while aboard I gave tours to an out of towner from Chicago who was also attending his first polo match as was I )…shhh don’t tell anyone).

Once there we had to run the gauntlet past the attending press but were not asked to stop by the media including the correspondent from the hopeless .  Upon making our way around the super boxes of the super people we got to the lawn area where golden chaise lounges were around while you had to wait on line to pick up your veuve cliquot picnic blanket in the veuve cliquot carrying case while getting your first glass of the champagne and all the goodies to eat such as smoked salmon sandwiches (and so it turned out to be well-chosen that this match goer wore a cravat of orange for golden orange was the color of the day as were all the pennants for the champagne house so colored as well as the neckwear of the assembled staff).  Suddenly I looked across the lawn and saw a hub bub and it was the Red Headed Windsor Prince being photographed suddenly he walked to where I was standing and stopped and it was to talk to a mate. It was only the three of us but I called over to Neil who did not approach but I waited for Harry to finish his conversation then said Hi, Harry he did not respond and then the entourage left.

This was all before the actual start of the match where the first polo ball or orb shall we saw as laid down onto the field or rolled by the first lady of the state of New York Mrs. David Patterson ( and though the Governor  himself was at Harry’s side at earlier events he was not at the polo match).   Competition ensued and I kept going to the organizers tent to charge my I-Phone  while catching flutes of champagne on the fly in the golden sunshine.  The game was fast  paced and the announcers kept talking also about the Sentebale foundation which is the charity founded by Harry and the prince of Lesotho in honor of their late mothers to help the aids stricken children of this small homeland within South Africa ( to find out more and donate funds please go here

Meanwhile, I followed the game loosely though at one point the ball which was soft for this event flew at me and I threw it back onto the field striking the side of the hindquarters of Nacho Figueras the Argentinian polo player and the face of Ralph Lauren fragrances’ mount.   The play wound on and eventually a score removed a tie-score and allowed Prince Harry’s team to win.  The third in the line to the throne assisted in the goal.

Then there was the prerequisite ceremony where the crowd gathered around the stand where the players were to be awarded a the trophies and all of a sudden a hub-bub ensued and I asked who it was and a lady said “Madonna”.   At first I could not see her and strained but then there she was under a hat with the Malawian boy David Bandu in her grasp. He was hugging onto her like she was the mother tree she is and next to her was son Rocco  (by the movie director Guy Ritchie) and looking for Jesus Luz (the twenty three year old model, then current boyfriend, and kabbalist ) and then there he was in a baseball hat off from the main picture and standing with two guys who were obviously boyfriend’s who I did not recognize (but on later internet reconnaissance found out that it was Marc Jacobs and his then current steady Lorenzo Martone) .  Soon after the ceremony was over (which Neil walked away from because the dizzy tizzy over the Madonna tableaux had made him sick of the scene) I ran into Demetria Daniels of and had more flutes of Veuve cliquot and had a shot taken by Ms. Daniels with a polo player which I still have not received.  Ms. Daniels then informed me that she would be training as a double decker bus tour guide at City Sites (the Nyc blue tourist bus) and indeed just a couple of days later I spotted her on a parallel vehicle to mine and introduced her to both buses.

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