After spending the morning checking out the beautifully preserved Art Deco hotel we are staying at – the Waldorf Astoria, I decided to spend a few hours at the Museum of Modern Art this afternoon (MOMA). I knew there were a number of very famous works of art here that I was keen to see and I was particularly keen to see the Kandinskys, but other than those few very well known pieces I was unsure what I would find here.
I understand modern art quite well, and I can recognize important pieces that challenged perceptions of what ART (TM) was, over the last century or so, and understand the concepts behind pushing boundaries and challenging audiences… but at some point I have to acknowledge that while I understand and can appreciate various pieces of modern art – I just don’t like most of it. It’s not to my taste.
Modigliani:
Duchamp:
Klimt:
Van Gogh’s, ‘Starry Night’. I actually really love this artwork (it’s far more interesting than his sunflowers or his haystacks), it is beautiful to look at and stunning to see Van Gogh’s thick and lush brushwork up close and personal, however, I honestly think that this work, and many others like it, are suffering dreadfully for the constant reproductions that we are bombarded with. I’ve seen this painting replicated on posters, notebooks, scarves, umbrellas, phone covers, coffee mugs and God knows what else. And it seems to get to the point where the artwork starts to lose some of it’s intrinsic beauty, and maybe even value, by this constant repetition. I found myself staring at the very beautiful and famous painting, just one of the tourists surrounding it, and thinking, ‘huh’, instead of ‘wow’. Such a shame really (and no, I didn’t go downstairs and buy anything with this image on it from the gift shop, though there were plenty of options!!!)
Picassos:
Chagall:
Mondrian, for BigSal:
For someone obsessed with the man vs machine made, and whose aim was to try to eliminate the trace of man in his work, his brushstrokes are really far more evident than I was expecting.
Monet:
Lichtenstein:
Mappe of the World. There are over 100 of these mappes that have been embroidered in Afghanistan by women making a statement about geopolitical changes. (will have to look up the designer).
Warhol:
Jasper Johns:
Pollock: (bet they hung theirs the right way up, the first time!)
A rose from the sculpture garden:
So after a quick whip around and deciding I didn’t need to be there as long as originally anticipated, realise my ambivalence for modern art remains no matter how many priceless masterpieces I am surrounded by.
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Cirque in New York – Amaluna!
When Mr K first said he wanted to go to the US this year; before I booked air fares, before leave applications were lodged, before finances were worked out, I bought tickets to see Amaluna in New York! Yes, I was that excited about the prospect of seeing the Cirque du Soleil’s newest show.
So that was last November, and last night we went on an adventure out to Flushing, Queens and went to see the show.
The show was quite different from what I’ve come to expect from the Cirque du Soleil. It was more reminiscent of the recent big screen Cirque film, World’s Away than any of the other shows I have seen, in that it has a clear story of the coming of age of a character named, Miranda (it might just be me, but there’s more than a little theatrical Shakespeare running through this show) who goes through various trials (the Tempest) to meet her true love (a rather love sick Romeo type). Miranda is a small powerhouse of a gymnast and dancer, who does some amazing balance work and an beautiful underwater ballet in a large spherical glass/pool like the one in Zumanity.
This Cirque is supposed to be a celebration of the feminine, and there is less macho thrills and chills types acts and more acts designed to show the flexibility and sometimes quiet strength of the feminine. There were still plenty of acts with acrobats flying high, from both guys and girls and I love watching the incredibly difficult things these amazing performers are capable of doing. Girls on parallel bars dressed in bright red and calling battle cries and guys in blue on a seesaw type launcher showing off amazing aerial skills.
There was also three amazing women doing aerial work that looked like the trapeze you have when you are not having a trapeze. These girls were flying around overhead, doing the most amazing flips and twirls and splits and stunts at frightening speed and height, all while just hanging on by their hands, and looking awesome while doing it. There was also a stunningly beautiful woman doing some lovely aerial work in a hoop and on a moon shaped contraption that was of course displaying the phases of the moon and correlating them with the phases that Miranda was moving through, and she was mesmerisingly graceful and strong at the same time.
The musicians and singers were more front and centre in this show than usual, with singers sitting on the edge of the stage and singing throughout various acts, and the guitarists (all women) were front and centre providing a fairly fancy hard rock soundtrack to some of the acts as well. Even the cellist who was also singing at various times, was placed in the moon apparatus and suspended high above the crowd.
I really enjoyed the show, but I always do. It’s like going to see Olympic athletes perform, but ones who’ve been given amazing costumes, beautiful make up, unbelievably creative choreography and a kick ass soundtrack. Looking forward to three more Cirques next week in Vegas! ๐
The Waldorf Astoria tour
The Waldorf Astoria claims to be a ‘living Art Deco museum’, and from the luxurious lobby it certainly appears to be so, and one with plenty of history, so when I saw in the compendium in our room that they host small group tours for guests, I thought it would be an excellent way to learn more about the history of the building, the artworks and its famous guests over the years.
It seems the original Waldorf hotel was built by William Waldorf Astor in 1893, out of a severe dislike for his aunt, Caroline Webster Schermerhorn Astor. You see he deliberately built the unlucky 13-story high Waldorf Hotel right next door to her 5th Avenue home; apparently just to annoy her. By all accounts she was a terribly unpleasant New York socialite who maintained a circle of only 400 people ‘worth knowing’, and if you were not in this circle she would refuse to acknowledge your existence even if you went right up to her and said ‘Good day’. In addition to her dreadfully snobby habits, she was also a terrible bigot and harboured a long abiding hatred towards the Jewish community. Oh well. Against expectations, the Waldorf, being the tallest hotel in the world at that time, did roaring trade and became very popular under the guidance of a general manager named Lucius Bloomer.
Well, Caroline’s son, John Jacob Astor IV (most famous for having perished in 1914 in the Titanic disaster when making the transAtlantic crossing with his scandalous pregnant teenage wife, Madeline) was having none of this insulting his mother stuff, so he encouraged her to move to the Upper East side where he built her a beautiful new home – complete with ballroom that would accommodate precisely 400 people and no more.ย After that, he decided to build a second hotel on the site where his mother’s house was, right next door to the William Waldorf Astor’s, Waldorf Hotel – and of course he made it four stories higher than cousin William’s hotel. John Jacob Astor IV contacted the general manager of the Waldorf, Lucius Bloomer and asked him if he would manage the two hotels together (seems a bit incongruous with the rest of this oneupmanship story, but who knows how they did business then?), which he agreed to do and had suggested that the two hotels be joined together by an interior rouge marble walkway, which later became known as ‘Peacock Alley’ given the propensity of New York’s socialites for strutting back and forth between the hotels to see, and be seen.
Incidentally, Peacock Alley was also the place where survivors of the Titanic were brought to be reunited with their families after the disaster. Eventually, these two hotels were torn down to make way for the Empire State Building which was built in their place, and Lucius Bloomer went to Florida to retire.
New York however, was not happy at losing it’s now famous Waldorf=Astoria (a name that Lucius Bloomer registered himself, after having convinced Astor to not call his hotel ‘The Schermerhorn’ after his mother, due to the likelihood that Americans would constantly mispronounce it – btw, Caroline’s home on the Upper West side was eventually torn down to make way for a Jewish temple! Talk about serendipity! – and eventually, a scheme was put in place to build the current Waldorf=Astoria (the ‘=’ sign was apparently supposed to be visually reminiscent of Peacock Alley) and contracts were signed literally one day before the Black Friday stock market crash in 1929, which heralded the beginning of the Great Depression. It turns out The Depression did not overly much hinder the building of this grand hotel which opened in 193.ย In fact, the sudden drop in the price of labour actually helped get things off the ground. Lucius Bloomer was encouraged out of retirement and out of Florida to ensure that all things would be done, ‘just so’. And by all accounts, the new hotel flourished to be the new epicentre of all things high society and full of influential visitors, as its predecessor was.
Our little tour started off at the famous clock in the Gentlemen’s Lobby – so named as this is where the men would settle their bills and deal with the concierge staff, ladies were not prohibited from the Gentlemen’s Lobby, they were however properly bred ladies were strongly discouraged from dealing with anything so gauche as ‘the money’. The Gentlemen’s Lobby is designed with black marble and dark timbers and has a sombre smoking room look about it for this reason. The clock was a gift from Queen Victoria to the Chicago World’s Fair, which like many other World Fairs and expositions was broke by the bottom line and resorted to selling things off – including gifts from foreign heads of state. While the clock was already very grand, apparently John Jacob Astor had decided to add a three-foot black marble plinth to the clock to give it even more grandeur, and a likeness of the Statue of Liberty to the top. Queen Victoria is said to have been seriously displeased at the addition of a FRENCH statue to their English clock and apparently demanded it back. Astor however, claiming he was really quite fond of it, and having paid good money for it, refused to acquiesce to her demands. Our tour guide for the morning, Karen, is a local Historian who was full of interesting tidbits of information about the hotel and 19th century New York society.
Next, we went on through to the Ladies’ Lobby, where the womenfolk would be able to congregate while awaiting their menfolk to deal with the bills. The decor in this large space is much airier and lighter – it is surrounded by fresco paintings depicting scenes of recreations available in New York, and has an enormous mosaic on the floor, made out of 150,000 pieces of marble that came from six different countries. The mosaic took nine years to complete and was done entirely *after* the hotel opened – the work being completed at night from 1am to 9am while the patrons slept and itย was covered by an enormous rug during the day.
During the 1960s, some bright spark had the great idea to modernize the hotel; all the walls were painted white, the frescoes were boarded over and the plywood covering them was painted white, even the ceiling mouldings were covered and painted white and the mosaic on the floor was covered with thick wall to wall carpet. It was not until a small flooding incident in one of the ballrooms in the mid-80s, which saw a hasty removal of the carpet, that the beautiful mosaic was rediscovered as everyone had forgotten it was there! It was at this point that decisions were made to return the hotel to its original 1930s Art Deco splendour… the original colours were sourced, the mosaic shown the light of day and the frescos were rediscovered as well.
Coming off the Ladies’ Lobby are two rooms, often used for weddings and small functions (by small I mean holding 100-150 persons). We went into the Vanderbuilt Room to have a look at the sort of room you could host your private function in, if you had the money – apparently there are several prominent high schools that hold their annual proms here, and birthday parties and engagement parties, as well as business conferences, are also quite common. All the chandeliers in the hotel are made from Austrian crystal, with the exception of the one Waterford crystal chandelier that hangs in the Grand Ballroom apparently.
We moved through a series of entrance lobbies on our way to the Starlight Ballroom, this one with a lovely black and white Art Deco marble floor and a feathered chandelier that used to hang in the Starlight Ballroom, but was replaced by more Austrian crystal ones. It seems the proprietors have had a very good habit of never throwing things out, but rather putting things into storage and much has been re-purposed over the years.
Next, we went to the Starlight Ballroom which is on the 18th floor, and was named such because,ย in 1931, it was built with a retractable roof so that patrons could literally dine and dance under the stars. It also has a terrace off the entire length of it that was used for hotel guests to have breakfasts but is now only used during functions. The ceiling no longer retracts to see the stars, as this large flat section of the roof turned out to be the only space large enough to accommodate the hotel’s air conditioning system when it was installed and a solid roof was built and the air con went in.
After wandering around the Starlight Ballroom, we went for a look in the Waldorf Towers. The Towers is a section of the hotel which contains only suites and which are available for permanent residency. Some of the residents have included Frank Sinatra, Martin Scorcese, Marilyn Monroe, and Paris Hilton who grew up here as a child and many other famous people. Every president since Hoover has stayed at the Waldorf (including JFK, who apparently stayed here with his family; he kept his affairs at the Carlisle, of course). We managed to have a sneak peak of the Herbert Hoover Suite which happened to be vacant at the moment.
Every little detail was immaculate and could be yours for as little as $USD899 a night.
All the furniture for the suites, all the antiques, the mantelpieces and many of the light fixtures etc. were all bought in Europe in post-war homes that needed refurbishing. The architects and designers (whose names I have forgotten just now) spent months trolling through homes that had been bombedย and snapping up paintings, furniture, ceiling frescos and whatever they could get their hands on to outfit the Towers.
After this we went back downstairs to the Grand Ballroom, which is designed to look like an Italian opera house… and here is where we found the only chandelier in the hotel which Karen assured us is Waterford crystal darlings, not that Austrian nonsense.
The Grand Ballroom has several antechambers coming off it that accommodate guests for pre-ball aperitifs, rooms to go to have supper, and cloak check rooms. All luxuriously appointed and all available for hire for special occasions. We didn’t get any indication of how much these rooms might cost to hire, and I rather gather that if you had to ask… you probably couldn’t afford it.
This room was modelled on the Hall of Mirrors from Versailles and to be honest quite reminded me of it before the guide mentioned the influence… mind you, slightly fewer 9′ tall golden candlesticks though. ๐
This room was particularly impressive and is called the Baseldon Manor Room, largely because nearly everything in it was purchased from a post-war ‘injured’ property – from the light fittings to the beautiful ceiling frescos that depict Dante’s Inferno. It really is very European and epitomises the ‘living museum’ ideals of the hotel precisely.
This is the cloakroom for guests to use when they come to functions at the Grand Ballroom… many famous and well-to-do guests have walked through these halls over the years, from presidents to film and rock stars.
Here is Mr K looking very much at home on the back staircases (I say ‘staircases’, because there are several), of the Waldorf leading down to Oscar’s Restaurant where we went to have lunch after our very informative and beautiful tour.
Lunch started off with a Waldorf salad (of course!), followed by grilled Atlantic salmon and a red velvet cake for dessert.
I know the tour is predominantly aimed at guests who want to know more about the hotel and see a bit more of it than just the various lobbies, but it can probably be booked by people not staying at the hotel, and I would thoroughly recommend it for anyone who is interested in Art Deco style of art and architecture or people with an interest in the heyday of New York society.
Playing tourist in NYC
We decided to take a wander down around the Times Square area today and just see where we ended up and go into anything of interest that our New York Passes would gain us entry to. I have discovered that I am more of a planned and scheduled sort of tourist, whereas Mr K is quite happy to be a sort of ‘freeform’ traveller. As you can imagine, these two styles are not exactly harmonious but we are getting along fine (you never know – I have seen couples go to pieces, or for each other’s throats, when they rely on each other during travel, fortunately that is not the case here).
Before going anywhere we need to navigate the transit system, which I can’t seem to help myself, but continually call it the Tube, and we briefly passed through Grand Central Station, which is enormous and beautiful. Such a familiar place thanks to seeing it in so many movies! So familiar and yet, I had no idea where we were going.
We eventually made it down to Times Square and had a bit of a look around. I am not impressed by all of it. There is construction going on everywhere so it is loud annoying, and there are so many hawkers on the street trying to sell you expensive hop on/hop off bus passes… by the 30th guy waving a flying in my face I was getting close to telling the next one to ‘fuck off ya wanker’ in my best Aussie ocker. I think the only thing that stopped me was that most of them are black dudes well over six feet tall. :/
Then we ran into Nicholas Cage, right there in Times Square… well, I can’t back that up. Mr K wanted to go to Madame Tussaud’s. I went to the one in London back in 1995 and it was so traumatic (long story) that I have never had the desire to go to another, but here we were.
It was included in the New York Pass, but I tell you anyone who shelled out USD$36 to go in and see that shite needs their head read.
Mr K was sure to get a picture with the Katy Perry figure, ‘for The Small Child, of course, because he likes her’. Ahuh, yeah sure.
Next stop after that harrowing experience, was the Hershey’s Chocolate shop and the M&M Store (though why, I don’t really know as I am not fond of chocolate at all). We saw a wall of Reece’s Peanut Buttercups which made us think of Roxy (our favourite tame American back home) and Aunty Gillian who LOVES the Reece’s to pieces. ๐
The M&M Store was very ‘Disney’, without the theme songs, they even had some mad and wildly expensive collectibles like this $3000 jacket!
We were also looking for a New Orleans Saints hat that Mr K had seen down south, but which they didn’t have in his size, and we found ourselves popping into three of the four Lids stores that are all in a one block radius of Times Square… no one needs that many hats.
By then it was time for lunch as we had had a bit of a late start to the day, and we were meeting up with a friend from Mr K’s work and her travel buddy for lunch at the Olive Garden – which is pretty unremarkable, for all the kids of Glee going on about their unlimited breadsticks! ๐
Lunch was great fun, it was awesome to catch up with some fellow Aussies and laugh over the foibles of our American counterparts and to collectively moan about the bullshit tipping system, the uselessness of the pennies and the tedium of one dollar notes and toilet doors that don’t have a ‘vacant/engaged’ door lock on them!!! After lunch the girls decided to join us in visiting the Art of the Brick exhibition, which had closed in January, but was reopened by popular demand at the Times Square Discovery Centre.
I was immediately taken by the cleverness of these 3D sculptures done of famous artworks in Lego. There was Klimt’s ‘Kiss’, Van Eyck’s ‘Arnofini Wedding’, Munch’s ‘The Scream’, a section of the Bayeaux Tapestry, DaVinci’s ‘Vitruvian Man’ and the ‘Mona Lisa’.
Though I admit, I was less taken by these painting/panel like ones which, in theory anyone could create with the help of a cross stitch pattern generator program. But the 3D sculptures were very clever in deed.
Vermeer’s ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’.
Mr K’s favourite artwork of all time, that is never on display at the MET because of the delicacy of the piece, ‘The Great Wave of Kanagawa’ done by Hokusai. Then there was a Lego brick, Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’, one of Monet’s sunsets, a sculpture of ‘Whistler’s Mother’.
Then we saw some more awesome sculptures, a Greek vase depicting Apollo and Mercury playing dice, the ‘Winged Victory of Samothrace’, a double headed serpent and a sitting Buddha, and Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’.
I was quite surprised to see Duchamp’s urinal here, though I couldn’t make out the famous R.Mutt signature on the front. There was one of Degas’ dancers and all sorts of wonderful things, and Easter Island head that I failed to grab a pic of!
Some more sculptures:
At the end of the exhibit, we were offered a brick to write out names on and to leave on a growing wall of visitors…
Then on our way out, I saw our friend Dimitri rendered in Lego!
After that we went to the Rockefeller Centre to see the plaza and do some more shopping (at the MET store again, the Nintendo Store and a few other funky little places). I couldn’t believe the ice rink was still in situ, but then again it’s definitely been cold enough for it, so why not?
Then it was off to the Observation Deck at the Top of the Rock. Sixty something floors up in 42 seconds flat. We had timed this so that we could get some views in the late afternoon and wait around to see the views at night time of New York all lit up. And one thing I will say about being here while it is so bloody cold, there have been hardly any queues anywhere, and this place was no different – just about walked straight in, give or take a security screening (again!)
I don’t know why but, I like these silly viewer/binocular things. They are strangely anthropomorphic in my head and every now and again, the iPhone wants to ‘tag’ someone’s face when it is focusing on them. They are weird and kinda cool.
We stayed around until it was dark and braved the freezing cold and cutting winds to go back out on the observation decks and take more photos. The pics from my phone don’t really cut it but I got some amazing timed exposure shots from my DSLR. The only problem with standing around in such a place late in the evening in the freezing cold and looking like you know how to use a camera is that everyone was asking me to take photos for them – I must have had five couples, families, solo travellers all asking me to take pics for them. My fingers were stinging they were so cold by the end of it.
I saw this from the Top of the Rock, but missed the significance of it until this morning. Apparently in ‘honour’ of Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist ‘Church’ passing yesterday, the Empire State Building was lit up in rainbow colours for five minutes. Well done NYC… we thoroughly approve of this gesture.
After the conditions on top of the building, we made our way back down and found it was a mild stroll back to the Waldorf. On the ground it didn’t feel very cold at all. We went past the Rockefeller at night and noticed how much prettier everything looks with fairy lights and reached a consensus that all things look prettier with twinkly fairy lights – so note to self, add fairy lights next time I am feeling like I need a pick me up! ๐
La Boheme at the MET Opera
Visited the MET opera this evening to see La Boheme. The first thing we noticed on our approach to the Lincoln Center is the enormous glass atrium/lobby where there are two huge paintings hanging that look like Chagalls… only it turns out they don’t look like Chagalls, they ARE Chagalls that were specially commissioned for this space. The opera house is an incredibly beautiful building and has quite unique architecture, I loved it, from the sweeping staircases to the modern chandeliers and deep red velvet walls, it had just a lush, traditional and luxurious feel to the place.
La Boheme is one of my favourite operas, not because of the story line; which sees a sickly Mimi falls in love with a jealous Rodolpho and ends somewhat tragically, but because it has some particularly poignant, beautiful and very famous arias in it.
It turns out that this colourful and detailed production was the inventive creation of Franco Zeffirelli – yes, that Zeffirelli who directed Romeo & Juliet in 1968. He’s still working and is well known for his operative productions and after seeing this evenings performance, I can see why opera patrons continue to love his work.
The sets and the costumes were elaborate, and strong performances were evident from Maija Kovaleska as the sickly Mimi, and Joseph Calleja as the poet Rodolfo. The crowd certainly appreciated their efforts. Additionally there was a plethora of chorus members, numbering over two hundred performers, who were very tight in their renditions of the various chorus parts.
I had a brilliant night out though I have to say that there are some people around who seriously should consider not attending this sort of event… seated directly in front of me was a woman in her early 20s who seemed to think it appropriate to turn the brightness right down on her cell phone and text during the performance. She keep this up for several minutes at the beginning of the performance, and just as I was about to tap her on the shoulder and tell her to cease and desist, a woman seated in her row, beat me to it. That same woman then failed to make it back to her seat after both intermissions and I could see her out of the corner of my eye standing around off to our left, while her seat and that of her girlfriend were empty for over half of the performance as they were standing for the entire second and fourth acts! You’d think they would have learned to return to their seats faster after having missed the call the first time. Ladies, if you are not interested in opera, and if your social life is sooo entertaining that you can’t leave your phone alone for two hours together, then don’t fucking go to an opera. I KNOW your tickets were nearly $200 a piece, might I suggest that you let someone who actually wants to be there to enjoy the performance buy them next time? Someone who won’t want to text throughout? Perhaps you should stay home and watch Jersey Shore instead!