I think the MET (Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC) would be on my top ten list of places I like to be. It's an art feast and I am eating it up! Often, especially on cold, winter (even though it's March) days, I want to ditch New York and go back to Cali. But a half day looking at what mere humans are able to create, is incredibly satisfying, inspiring and uplifting. I leave the MET saying, I love New York and I'm not even in a Woody Allen film.
Today I saw Impressionism, Fashion, and Modernity. The name alone tells you why I wanted to go! It was a fabulous collection of mostly full body portraits by celebrated impressionist. Many of the painting were from the d'Orsay, so it felt like a museum visit in Paris.
There was mention that the impressionists were enamored of their own era. Thereby paining, what we would call today, lifestyle pictures, paintings rich in detail and expression of everyday life. A curious thought. Am I enamored of the era I'm living in? Perhaps I am, yes and no...
Tissot's works were my favorite. Surprising, because he was the least impressionistic.
A silly take away; I need more stripes in my wardrobe!
My girlfriend and I followed up our pretend Paris visit with paninis and Champaign at Sant Ambroeus. I had an answer to my earlier musing... Yes, at this place, I am enamored with my own era! The impressionists would have captured a buzzing, delicious, sophisticated, fashionable moment in my very own time!