NYC Day 4 Thursday
We got out a bit earlier so we were at The Met only about 20 minutes after it opened. The tickets we’d bought for The Met still had two days to run so we ticked off the
moon photography exhibition and another called
Camp.
On the way there we stumbled on to what I’d imagine is a hugely expensive, and hugely ridiculous painting called ‘Blue Panel II’. How did art get to this place?
Anyways, back to what we came to see.
The first was pretty amazing. Some of the 19th century photography of the moon was pretty incredible considering the tech that was available at the time.
Camp was a whole different thing. This is how the exhibition is described on The Met’s website –
‘Through more than 250 objects dating from the seventeenth century to the present, The Costume Institute's spring 2019 exhibition explores the origins of camp's exuberant aesthetic. Susan Sontag's 1964 essay "Notes on 'Camp'" provides the framework for the exhibition, which examines how the elements of irony, humor, parody, pastiche, artifice, theatricality, and exaggeration are expressed in fashion’.
The first thing we asked each other was - what is it with women and camp? Maybe they were just there to see the fashion itself as it was a smorgasbord of labels, labels, labels. I was half expecting Patsy and Eddy to push past us. It was colourful. It had labels. It really wasn’t our thing.
We then found ourselves in the Art of the Arab Lands and Ancient Near Eastern Art. Just like with the Egyptian gallery it was display after display of incredible art and artefacts. You really could spend a week at The Met. You’d have very sore feet, but it would be a week of wow after wow after wow.
I’d seen somewhere that the café on the roof of The Met had a great view and I’d seen a picture of beautiful people buying beautiful food and drink, lazing around on fake grass, so we wanted to join them. After a good 30 minutes of trying to find out how to get there it was a huge disappointment. It was on ok view of the southern end of the park, there was a bar serving not much at all and not a beautiful person in sight. Boo hoo
So instead of a glamorous lunch with the Park Ave set we had a way better time at a cool little restaurant on Madison called Nectar Café (1022 Madison).