In case no one told you, MoMA is a damn important place, and those who work there are pretty damn important too. And serious. And worthy of endless hagiography. If you try really hard, you might be good enough for them someday. In case you were wondering just what particular path of improvement would be best, Mr. Lowry lays it right out for you:
We’re talking to a younger and in many ways better-educated audience but one that is not necessarily more sophisticated.
Meanwhile, the blessed are busy playing with dolls (but are very, very serious about it), using a scale model of the galleries to determine what will be shown and where. If you were wondering how they can tell who is sophisticated, well, here’s a sample of the shimmering erudition of the anointed:
“I felt strongly that each gallery should have a subject,” Mr. Elderfield said. “I want each gallery to have a kind of integrity so that if it were taken out of the museum and plunked into the middle of Central Park, it would be a viable show on its own.”
Whoa, dude. I need to go read some Rosalind Krauss and figure that shit out. I guess they’re too sophisticated to use, you know, CAD renderings of the spaces, which would allow them walk-throughs at eye level, variable light conditions, and near photographic-quality representations of the works in situ. But that’s where they are different from the rest of us. I just hope they’ll take my money when they reopen.
Tree Falls, etc.
A colophon is a tedious, self-aggrandizing exercise. Oh, but wait, so is a blog. So one will be provided eventually, which will outline some reasonable facts, such as editorial mission, some notion of frequency, etc., for all you who are newsreader deficient. Two days does not constitute a hiatus, and there still isn’t a procedural attitude about them. A list of where to fill the void is silly. A perfectly adequate link list is provided at right. One thing for certain is self-referential commentary is frowned upon. A short interlude provided frequent sampling of what is likely the best burger in the country and the sign of an abandoned midwestern steak house chain that had been damaged enough to read only ‘Ponder.’
Locally, in case you missed it, Muschamp may be on the way out (which makes sense, since he can’t be bothered to, you know, think), the Drawing Center is on the way in, and the virus that is the team to recreate the Trade Towers claims another victim.