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Culture Vulture/Photo Diary: David Wojnarowicz at the Whitney Museum

August 28, 2018

Andy and I visited the Whitney Museum to see the David Wojnarowicz retrospective, History Keeps Me Awake at Night. Here are some pieces that stuck out for me.


The next day I found this cardboard cry for help on the sidewalk next to my closest mailbox. It struck me as related to the experience of urban alienation and despair that runs riot through Wojnarowicz’s work.

Culture Vulture/Photo Diary: Saturday 8/18/18

August 21, 2018

On Facebook, John Leland turned me on to peach and tomato salad, and now I can’t get enough of it (sometimes with avocado, onion, and pepper, tossed with salt, olive oil, and rice vinegar).

Andy and I set out to ride bicycles to the movies but my rear tire blew out. If we hadn’t had to walk to the subway, I would have missed seeing this strange sight — a duo from Argentina called Ensamble Ferroeléctrico de Marte (you can follow them on Facebook or Instagram).

We planned to see Crazy Rich Asians at Cinépolis in Chelsea but the screening was sold out. So we took a leisurely stroll over to the Whitney Museum, which is open until 10pm on Saturdays.

What stood out for me? Among the selections from the permanent collection, Andy Warhol’s $199 Television (1961, above) and Fairfield Porter’s double portrait Ted Carey and Andy Warhol (1960, below, pre-wig for Warhol).

We popped into The Wild Son for a cocktail and a snack. Later we had another drink and some small plates at Txikito on Ninth Avenue, including a delicious Russian potato salad with tuna and capers plus strange breadsticks that looked like fingers poking up out of the pile.

Between the two pit stops we wandered the High Line after dark, ideal time for viewing Andrea Bower’s neon sign reading “Somos 11 Millones / We Are 11 Million,” which is the number of undocumented immigrants in the U.S.


Photo Diary: Mexico City miscellania

August 17, 2018

The subway system in Mexico City runs very well — the trains are fast and quiet, they’ll take you almost anywhere in the city, though the whole system shuts down at midnight. On the platform are screens almost always showing rock videos from the VH-1 era and earlier, for some reason. And as in Rio de Janeiro, there are train cars and waiting areas set aside specifically for women and children. Yes, the trains get quite crowded, and apparently some guys can’t be trusted to keep their hands to themselves….

What is this object, you might ask? It’s a stand to hang your purse or shopping bag or backpack on that magically appears next to your table if needed. David told me there’s a superstition that leaving your bag on the ground will make your money disappear.

In Mexico as in Italy, many bars offer a full array of free snacks at happy hour. The translation sometimes leaves something to be desired. Chiltepin pig? Ostion cream?

Beautiful parks all over the city. I was most taken with Parque Mexico, in the Condesa neighborhood, in the midst of which stands this monument to Albert Einstein.

Photo Diary: Mexico City part 2

August 17, 2018

Mexico City is full of public art, from grand monuments in plazas to colorful murals to fancy graffiti to psychedelic T-shirts for sale in the centro historico to garage doors that just demand some kind of expression. The Diego Rivera mural (Sueño de una tarde dominical en la Alameda Central (Dream of a Sunday Afternoon in the Alameda Central) was originally commissioned for a hotel that was badly damaged in the 1985 earthquake; now it’s housed in its own museum just off the Alameda, the beautiful park in the center of town.


Photo Diary: Mexico City part 1

August 17, 2018

In late July I attended a conference in Mexico City, which enabled me to fulfil a long-standing invitation to stay with my friend David Lida (below left), who took me to one of his favorite cantinas in the historic center called El Hórreo, where we met his friend Michael Parker.

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