First day in Manhattan
After graduating from Wheaton College in 1999 (the one outside of Boston-not the Christian one) I moved to New York City. It was a right of passage. I had a charming studio in the heart of the West Village, worked at Sothebys for a year, waitressed at Chumleys (the original speakeasy/gastro pub), was offered a job at Vogue magazine twice and turned them down (still not sure how I did that) and went out every night of the week for two years. New York was the city which led me to realize I had to work in photography. I worked for a few big photographers for no pay and interviewed with Annie Liebovitz to take care of her personal life. That did not pan out but it was interesting to meet with her. All of the above was a long time ago now. Returning to the New York is always nostalgic. I spent the first two days this past week roaming galleries and museums. I was there for the photo fair which I will talk about in the next post. I need to find my gallery in New York so I visited a few "up and coming/younger" spaces. My favorite was Kate Werble Gallery. I like the artists she represents, the gallery space and how Kate treated me upon entering her gallery. Kate was warm and unassuming. Kate's current show is with the artist, Molly Smith.
I visited a few other galleries in the West Village and Tribeca area. Though I am not into the work which was up at the Renwick Gallery it is a very nice gallery. These pieces are by Wolfgang Breuer and Anita Leisz. Last time I was in New York I noticed similar tiny works in huge gallery spaces. It is of course about the work not the size or the space but a level of intimacy with the pieces is what I crave and this was not happening.
Algus Greenspoon Gallery has a beautiful series of paintings by the artist Hans Breder.
One gallery I did not get to visit which I really wanted to see was Ramiken Crucible. They were installing a show. Next time.
I knew she would appreciate some stories. Christina suggested dinner at her other twin friends restaurant called Hudson Clearwater. It is so fantastic...really outstanding food and land of the good-looking/hipster/can we think of another term? set if you like these sort of things. Regardless, best meal I had the entire week in NYC and in my favorite area of the city, the west village.
As my friend Beth and I sat for dinner at Hudson Clearwater which has the familiar rustic, dark walls and old-fashioned light bulbs aesthetic, I asked her what she thought the next trend would be. Beth said something 60's modular plexi neon/parents from the 70s. I think she is probably on to something when I think of the work of Hans Breder above and reading the NY times yesterday which described Taavo Sommer's new restaurant in Brooklyn, Isa (I saw modular colored plexi-glass in the window). Moving away from men fashioned from the 1920's in mustaches and fitted suits, the vibe is beards and crunchy hippiedome. Day long brunches/dance parties on drugs beside the Kale growing in the garden happenings in Brooklyn sounds oddly familiar to Bolinas in the 60s and 70s. The artist Doug Aiken's home in Venice, California is also published in the magazine which he describes as, "Acid Modernism." It seems like a very fitting term.
Trends are funny. It is a pleasure flying home to San Francisco feeling like I got some good cultural education in me, but the real deal is still in my backyard. Have I ever mentioned how much I love West Marin?