Boston Museum of Fine Arts

Oh Boston, thank you so much for this lovely Spring weather. It had warmed up somewhat compared to what we had in Philadelphia and New Haven, but now you’ve bought on the rain. Ta. Still, Massachusetts Ave does look pretty in the rain.mass-ave-in-the-rain.jpgAs does the Boston Commons, but it does render one disinclined to go walking about in it!Boston-Commons-rain.jpgBoston-common-raining-2.jpg
Instead we decided to make a day of staying indoors at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, along with half the city it would seem – the place was terribly busy for what should have been a lazy Sunday. Nevermind, Mr K’s Parking Fairy kicked in, and instead of parking in the Museum carpark for $22 for only 2.5hrs, he found a ‘don’t bother paying on Sunday’ street park closer than the Museum’s own car park. Woo-hoo. Also, love the buy your own ticket machine in the foyer – it didn’t feel the need to scrutinise my student ID like I was from another planet because it had never heard of my University. 🙂 Just inside the door we were greeted by this fabulous Cleopatra statue as a welcoming whet the appetite tidbit… and she made a lovely change to the surly security staff at all the Washington and New York museums and attractions. That’s right, no security checks here at all – all theatre, I tell you.Cleopatra-statue-at-mfa.jpg
And just around the corner from her was the coat check room and this welcoming sign…
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Directly opposite the coat check was a small display of jewellery which ranged from 300BC bracelets of Roman origin to Van Cleefs, Cartiers, Lalique and a host of others. Also this stunning, American flag inspired, Harry Winston mask; made of diamonds, rubies and sapphires. All the pretties, can’t imagine what the sum value of that one little room room is. harry-winston-ruby-sapphire-diamond-mask.jpg We also went into a small temporary exhibit of musical instruments and saw some lovely harps from the 17thC and some 16thC harpsicords.
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As it turns out, the entire Impressionist Wing is undergoing refurbishment at the moment which would be a great disappointment for many coming to visit the MFA, and they decided to take a rather novel approach to dealing with having to close off a collection. Rather than send that collection on tour while they are renovating the galleries, they decided to hold an online pole to select the public’s favourite 30 pieces from the MFA’s impressionist collection and host a ‘Boston Loves Impressionism’ exhibit in one of their special exhibition halls for the duration the galleries would be unavailable. So even though the wing was closed, we got a condensed view of the favourite impressionist masters.
The three most popular items were Van Gogh’s ‘House at Auvers’, yet another of Monet’s waterlilly series, and this now well known Degas sculpture.imageRsTSnWO3kYZwphfJ.jpgimage
This small collection, as voted by the public, was really quite impressive. Not the least of which because of the sheer volume of Monets they had in the room. I particularly loved this lesser known work,’Valley at the Creuse in Sunlight’, and really loved the detail of it, which of course up close, just looks like a big ol’ mess. You can see his signature in the second detailed image, signed in 1889.monet-cliffs.jpg
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I also love this Renoir, ‘Grand Canal of Venice’ painted in 1881. When exhibited for the first time in Paris, it scandalized the Parisian public with one critic denouncing it as ‘the most outrageous series of ferocious daubs that any slanderer of Venice could possibly imagine!’ Such a fabulous quote. Imagine what they’d make of art today.
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Wandering through the museum itself was quite a treat too, much like the MET, it is in an amazing building, this is a quick shot of the fresco above the Rotunda at the centre of the museum.rotunda-ceiling.jpgAnd lurking in a hidden corner was a cast bronze statue from which the enormous marble Lincoln memorial was cast.model-lincoln-statue.jpg

We took an extensive wander through the European Collections, having felt a bit like we had absorbed plenty of American history and culture this trip already, and found it to be a bit haphazard in it’s arrangement. There was a LOT of Regency decorative arts on display and then in the middle of it, this teapot collection covering a time frame… but teapot collection in the Boston Museum, was bound to be something that piqued my intersest,boston-teapot-collection-1.jpgboston-teapot-collection-2.jpg

Bit further into the Regency stuff and saw this delightful English writing box, so well kept.regency-writing-box.jpgAnd this wonderful oak panelled room with lush draper and an enormous carved heraldic mantlepiece. Mr K feels that when we buy our New Haven mansion, we should consider modelling one of the formal parlours on this room (the Chesterfield won’t look too out of place), and keep a locked box for people to throw their mobile phones into while we all sit around drinking brandy and talking politics – yes, I think this place is getting to him somewhat.regency-oak-panelled-room-2.jpgregency-oak-panelled-room1.jpgregency-oak-heraldry.jpg
I snapped a pic of this fabulous ceramic dish which if memory serves was 18th French, but the strong colours in it remind me of all the Turkish ceramics. Love the design.
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And then I had that moment when you know you have been travelling too long… sometimes, it’s seeing your friends hiding behind ancient Roman ruins taking a pee, sometimes it’s realising that your passport photo now looks better than you do, but for this trip, it was this absurd comment that let me know it must be time to go home soon – “Oh look. Another wall of Rembrandts.” Yes, I actually said that.more-rembrandts.jpg
I did however have a far more appropriate response to rounding another corner and seeing this fabulous Rogier van der Weyden just hanging there beside me. Simply beautiful. I took about a dozen photos of this with my real camera, I think the gallery staff were wondering what was wrong with me, it’s not like anyone else was paying it any attention. 🙂
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And directly opposite a fabulous Heironymous Bosch triptych.
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This is “The Lamentation” by Luchas Cranach the Elder (c.1536) and even though it has no cool costuming in it, the guy in red looked like someone we know, so I had to grab some pics.
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I loved this painting. These and the ‘artist in his studio’ type thing always make me think the 4th wall of painting has been broken. It’s called ‘Picture Gallery wit Views of Modern Rome’, painted in 1757 by Pannini and was an extravagant souvenir of Rome, commissioned by the Duc de Choiseul to commemorate his stay in Rome as the French ambassador to the Vatican (there’s a job!). I loved that the further I looked into the painting the more familiar Rome landmarks I saw.
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Next we jumped forward a little bit and found ourselves in the last of the Regency rooms and into some pre-Raphaelites. Leighton, Millet and Rossetti were represented.
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But then cross the hall we encountered a tiny full on Medieval room with a few 13th century column capitals (French), a Limoge enamelled pigeon…
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and an entire 12th century Spanish chapel’s worth of frescos! It seemed so out of place here to see these frescos. I have seen many similar Christian frescos in situ in Spain, Italy, Greece and even Turkey (though those are often heavily vandalized), and it seem really odd to encounter such a thing in a museum in downtown Boston. Made me wonder, many people want to repatriate the Egyptian treasure back to Egypt, should items like this chapel, be sent back to Spain?
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Then the oddly laid out European Collections spat us out into this gallery which flowed straight into – Contemporary Glass?!?
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I didn’t catch the glass sculptors name on this piece, but I liked the juxtaposition with the jaunty coloured glass and the moody (oh, ok… bloody miserable) Boston weather behind it.
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I absolutely loved this piece – I searched high and low for the artist statement, name and date info, but as it was standing in the middle of a large room, I couldn’t find it. You can not believe how difficult it was to photograph this glass and mirror installation, but it really appealed to me, so I persevered.
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And plenty of detail to show off the piece…
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We ventured a tiny bit further into the contemporary art exhibit and saw this Charles Close bit, before deciding to flee the modern art and seek shelter in the comforting gift shop for a bit.
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Like most museums, they do have an excellent book store and gift shop, though one thing is starting to give Mr K, the shits. We are wandering through having a look at all the pretties and taking names of all the books I want that I can’t fit in my luggage, but which are readily available on the Book Depository (God bless their cotton socks!), and are seeing all these trinkets and prints and souvenirs with ‘The Great Wave off Kanagawa’ by Katsushika Hokusai represented all over them and wondering if the MFA has a print. And yes, it turns out that much like the MET, they have a copy, and much like the MET, they NEVER have it on display because it is too fragile… but they are quite happy to make money off it in the museum store. Sigh…
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So that is now three museums where Mr K might have had an opportunity to view his all time favourite piece of art (which is saying something, because he’s not really into art), and each time, foiled by the desire to conserve. Surely there must be one museum in world with two copies of the print that are prepared to put one on view and save the other for posterity? 🙂

And so endeth our tour of the Boston Fine Arts Museum with a dash through the pouring rain back to the car!

MOMA. Not my best laid plan.

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.
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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:
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Duchamp:
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Klimt:
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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!!!)
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Picassos:
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Chagall:
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Mondrian, for BigSal:
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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.
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Monet:
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Lichtenstein:
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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).
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Warhol:
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Jasper Johns:
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Pollock: (bet they hung theirs the right way up, the first time!)
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A rose from the sculpture garden:
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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.

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.  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.
original-waldorf-astoria.jpgIncidentally, 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.  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. waldorf-clock.jpg 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. waldorf-clock.jpg 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.
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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 it was covered by an enormous rug during the day.
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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.
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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.
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Next, we went to the Starlight Ballroom which is on the 18th floor, and was named such because, 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.
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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.
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hoover-suite-bathroom.jpgAll 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 bombed 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. :/
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. 🙂
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The M&M Store was very ‘Disney’, without the theme songs, they even had some mad and wildly expensive collectibles like this $3000 jacket!mm-wall.jpg
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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.lids-times-square-hats.jpg
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! 😛

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.
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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’.
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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.
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Vermeer’s ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’.
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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’.
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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’.
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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!
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Some more sculptures:
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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…
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Then on our way out, I saw our friend Dimitri rendered in Lego!
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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?
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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!)
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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. top-of-the-rock-parkside-viewer.jpg
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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.
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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.
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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! 😉
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