Thursday, January 31, 2008
I really like baby pictures of well, adults. They are so revealing and not merely in the obvious mom forgetting to put on your shirt kind of way. I love this picture. This is wee Danny and his brother, I am sure to get it for this, but they are just so cute and happy. I carry another pic of Danny in my wallet; he's decked out in a houndstooth sportcoat and a bowtie looking like a tiny gameshow host. He's all of 18 months old, and had a lot of trouble holding onto the mic. K
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
It's easy to be cynical about contemporary art, especially if you've lived in New York for a while. But then you come across something great, in my case and in this example, Walton Ford. "Wow," you think, "this is amazing stuff, beautiful but disturbing," etc., etc. And you get a little excited (and then a little frustrated when you realize you just barely missed a big exhibition of his work at the Brooklyn Museum, which used to be just a short bus ride away), and you keep images of his paintings on your desktop for a long time, and look for books of his work. None available. For several years. And then you hear Taschen will be publishing one! Oh, wait. The price for it is $1800. F you!
But directed towards you guys: thought you might find his work interesting. It's not all monkeys, I just have an apparent affinity. * L