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So, I finally decided to download my photos from Labor Day weekend, given that it’s almost November and I haven’t even put up a post since September. I’ll blame that part on the whole ‘having a job’ thing, even though, truth be told, I do have my weekends free. I’m just lazy.

But that started me down a wonderful journey of discovering that there was some sort of script error in my blog installation, which forced me to spend the last three hours venturing further down the rabbit hole of wordpress reinstallations, backups, “emergency” password fixes after wordpress decided to no longer recognize me…fun stuff.

it all appears to be (hopefully) working again, at least insofar as I can actually log in and write a post, but I had to delete a lot of plugin customizations particularly around stats. Not that anyone reads this thing anyway, so I guess that’s no great loss!

Anyway…on to the original point of this post. Labor Day weekend, as usual, was spent in the Berkshires. This year it was very rainy, so we ventured up to The Clark in Williamstown to check out some of the art. The coolest thing was an exhibit by El Anatsui, a Ghanaian artist who refashions the multitude of liquor bottles foisted upon the local population into beautiful wall hangings. So this is mostly that. As always, click on the thumbnail to get the full image.

another cliche, but I love this subway station (14th and 8th) that is just filled with random Tom Otterness statues.

On Sunday, I went to the Met with some friends to see the Stieglitz, Steichen and Strand photography exhibit. Of course, as with all special exhibits, you can’t really take photographs inside. So here are just a few shots from our wanderings around the permanent collection.

included here are: a restored Lippi Madonna and Child – apparently it was so covered in grime and varnish that they had no idea what it looked like; someone catching me in the act of taking pictures, armor from the (yes, that’s right) Emma and Georgina Bloomberg Arms and Armor Wing, and some Egyptian relics, which always make for good pictures.

The Time Warner Center here in Manhattan is essentially a very fancy mall. A very fancy mall that installs giant sculpture shows in the lobby, because it’s classy. Normally, there are two giant Botero sculptures of a naked man and woman, but those have been removed (I believe temporarily) in favor of an exhibition of sculptures by Dali. or based on artwork by Dali. I’m not really sure.

Labor day weekend, we took a break from our normal routine of doing as little as possible, and spent an afternoon at the Norman Rockwell Museum and the Berkshire Botanical Garden. Pictures aren’t allowed inside the Museum, so I don’t have anything except the sign below, but it was the first time I had been to the museum and was really struck by how much more…well-rounded…Rockwell was as an artist than his most well-known Saturday Evening Post americana would suggest. I (of course) had seen some of his civil-rights era art before, most notably, The Problem We All Live With, but “Southern Justice” stopped me in my tracks.

I was really shocked by it. Of course, even without looking at the title, I knew exactly what it was in reference to, but more than that, both in content and in style, it’s incredibly different from anything we “expect” when we think about Rockwell. I’m pretty sure I stared at it for about 10 minutes, just devastated. I also took a brief tour that was given, and the guide (who clearly loved his work), talked about the fact that Rockwell chafed for years against the Saturday Evening Post edict that people of color were only ever to be depicted in positions of servitude toward whites. Which explains why this painting was done for Look magazine.

Changing subjects, the following are the photos that I actually took, at the Berkshire Botanical Garden. They had three specific exhibits going on – one dealing with chairs, one dealing with dogs, and one where these little cabins were decorated extravagantly. That should make these photos pretty self-explanatory.

Tuesday was beautiful out, and it was also the museum mile festival, where all of the museums on Fifth Avenue open their doors and let people in for free for the evening. So I headed up there with my dad, and we hit the Cooper-Hewitt and the Met (where we met up with my stepmom). Got yelled at for taking pictures in the C-H, so only one from there, and most of the photogenic stuff was outside, but we hit the Picasso exhibit, the Egypt exhibit and Big Bambu at the Met. And had cocktails. Very civilized.

I’m, as always, too lazy to individually label the photos, so you’ll have to guess what’s what.

these were my 3 favorite pics from photo class, so I framed them and hung them in my foyer.

another oddity bought at the tate modern back in 2001

I have this weird compulsion whenever I go into museum stores that I need to buy the quirkiest thing I can find. Which is why I ended up buying this (among other things) at the Tate Modern gift shop back in 2001. Of course, after watching a few episodes of Hoarders, I have visions of myself buried under really quirky bric-a-brac.

one of the multitude of tom otterness statues that are scattered around the union square subway station.