Sure, I liked the Pulitzer alright when I lived in Saint Louis. But I think it was my having lived in three other cities in the past 4 years that made me truly appreciate it this last time. Tadao Ando's building feels so interactive--and not at all stark or cold as the thought of bare concrete would have you believe. (We lucked out that it was such a lovely day, as well.) In fact, it felt warm and comfortable; like someplace I'd like to live.
The Gordon Matta-Clark exhibit was striking. Matta-Clark preserved parts (and when I say "parts", I mean cross-sections in some cases) of derelict or abandoned buildings by dissecting them with a chainsaw. This means that you'd be confronted with the top triangle of a farmhouse roof, with a view into the layers comprising it. Or a cross-section of a tenement apartment, with layers from floor to ceiling. Seeing the guts of these once-living beings instilled a sense of compassion in me. Compassion because things that I wouldn't normally see were exposed to me--the subfloor, the insulation of a wall, the layers of a roof, as well as because parts of a building that I'm not typically able to see in such great detail (e.g., the crest of a roof) were 6 inches from my nose. But mostly because seeing all of the layers layers and levels and materials only made me think of the people who gave the buildings life--both by creating them and by living in them.
Whenever I live in an old apartment, I am forced to imagine the history of it. I try to imagine all of the people who have cared for it before I. All of the holidays, celebrations, and eventful times--good or bad--that have happened there before I even arrived on this earth. Has anyone died there? Or better, been born there? All I know is, Matta-Clark and I would have gotten on just fine. He, too, realized his role as a caretaker of these brick-and-mortal beings.
http://www.pulitzerarts.org/resources/press/exhibition/mattaclark/
It doesn't look like much from the outside--and doesn't seem as large as it is on the inside--but Joe is a striking and interactive piece.
Washed silk dress from Katy Rodriguez, silk cheetah print scarf (complete with cheetah faces on the ends) vintage from mom, ostrich dotty stockings from UO, shoes old Steve Madden.
Picked this up at a boutique on Yiu Wah Street in HK. I asked who the designer was, but all they could tell me was that it was Japanese. As you can see, there are tiny animals attached to the chain (my favorite is the mouse on his hinders with a piece of cheese).
Ring patrol. I wear the vintage lion with the diamond eyes and garnet in his mouth almost every day. He's a little Anne Klein, sure, but that's OK. I've been really into rings and piling them on lately.
These pink suede shoes look so vintage. Too bad they're stinky Steven Madden. Oh well.
