A paitner I had never heard of, a woman of course, a contemporary of Picasso, she had her own little room at the Orangerie Museum and I was so taken by her work, lots of greys and roses and blues, the paintings all had women and dogs in the them, a comment on ladies nature? But of course she is not as rememebered as all those other modnerist dudes, even if her paintings are way more interesting.
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Orangerie Museum
I finally got to see Monet’s waterlillies in person and also sme impressionist work, though I loved these window most of all.
Jardins De Luxembourg
I love the chairs set out in public gardens in Paris. The perfect place to hang out and write postcards to my family.
Café Flor
Where the existentialists hung out, it seemed like a great place to write a letter to S, who loves Simone de Beauvoir. The cafe crème was excellent, if pricey.
Monmartre
Okay, all cheesy Amelie references aside and despite the fact that my sister and G. shake their heads when I mention Monmartre, I was really happy when another friend G. took me to a neighborhood bar in Monmartre. It was sweet and friendly and we sat outside and chatted with people at neighboring taables and drank red wine with bread and cheese because we were “obligated” said G. I hope to return.
View of Sacre Couer
How very parisian. This was taken from the 6th floor of the Centre Pompidou (see review of show below). This is one of about 20 photos I have taken of Paris rooftops. I am obcessed.
Butes Chaumont
Last Sunday we had a lovely picnic in the parc butes chaumont. It was really steep and we kept sliding down the hill as we tried to eat our lunch. K. and G. decided to try to roll down the hill, though the grass looked too dry and potentially hurtful for wimpy met to give it a try. We encouraged some small children to try it as their mother’s were ignoring them sunbathing. Are we a bad influence?
Shakespeare and Company
The second floor of Shakespeare and Company is a reading room crammed full of old and new books . Despite all the tourists it is suprinsgly peaceful and offers a really nice view to the cobblestone street and Seine below.
Musee Dorsey
Inside the Musee Dorsey, an old railway station converted into a museum for impressionist paintings. I saw my favorite Van Gogh painting, the one of this blue room with the orange/red bed spread. Unfortunately, my friend J. also shut his finger in the door of the terrace in plein air and we got a behind the scenes tour that included the nurse’s office!
More Museums
Last Monday I went to the Centre Pompidou to view their Los Anglees exhibit (which is now closed, maybe making this entry irrelevent). The exhibition was sprawling and quite impressive in the depth of each artist shown- not just one Ed Ruscha, but many! I loved walking into James Turrell’s piece which was a room bathed in blue florescent light. It gave a calm, cool, silent feeling and I noticed one girl curled up in the corner, like she had been staying there absorbing the blue frequency for a long time. I stayed later than I planned to watch Kenneth Anger’s video “Inauguration of thePleasure Dome,” in which my favorite author, Anais Nin, plays a part. It is totaly amazing, heady mix of colors, music, costumes, sequences and emotions and makes his piece for the recent Whitney Biennial that features rock stars and Micky Mouse seem absoltely pale in comparison. My one gripe with the show was this: in a city as complex, fraught and diverse as LA the curators gave one room for both feminist artists AND a Chicano artists collective (yes, one room for both and two gay artists were given a hallway after that). And from the selection of feminist art you would think that Judy Chicago was THE MOST important feminist artist to ever live. Women artists and artists addressing social concerns seemed quite absent throughout and from the show one might think LA was just a white dude, formalist conceptualist playground, interesting, some great art, sure, but but nothing more. I also left wanting to know “why LA?” and how it connected or didn’t to other cities such as NYC and Paris. And why a show of art from LA in Paris now?
Despite my gripes, which had amounted to feeling seriously peeved by the time I walked out of the show, I imagined working at the Centre Pompidou as a guide and interpreter or maybe as part of the curatorial team, sigh…
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