On The Shores Of Lake Champlain

Kish and I are in upstate New York — in fact, about as far upstate as you can get — in a cabin on the shores of Lake Champlain.  The countryside up here is beautiful, and the pace is easy.  The photo above is from the porch of our cabin, which is, quite literally, right on the shore of the lake.  At night, you can hear the waves lapping against the foundation of the cabin.

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The Alexander McQueen Exhibition At The Met

During our brief visit to New York on Saturday, at Russell’s suggestion we stopped by the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the exhibition Alexander McQueen:  Savage Beauty.

I was not familiar with McQueen, a radically creative clothing designer who tragically committed suicide at the height of his fame, and I was dubious of waiting in line to see clothing.  But I learned that McQueen’s work is extremely interesting, even for someone who is not stylish or, for that matter, even cognizant of stylishness.  McQueen’s creations, which use unusual cuts and fabrics and components, strike deeper chords that touch even fashion-know-nothings like me and address issues like gender empowerment in fascinating ways.

The design of the exhibition — which marries sound, McQueen’s creations, and video — is very well done, and I give The Met credit for focusing on fashion design as an extension of art.  However, my enjoyment of the exhibition was greatly hindered by the fact that The Met staff let so many people enter at a time that it became impossible to really appreciate McQueen’s creations.  The throngs of people pushing and shoving to get better views are just too distracting.  I don’t mind waiting in line — and the wait for this exhibition was probably about a half hour — but once you get in you should be able to step back and appreciate McQueen’s work  without risking an elbow to the ribs or getting run over by a wheelchair.

The View From A Hot Brooklyn Rooftop

On Saturday, Kish and I paid a brief visit to Russell, who is sharing space with multiple roommates in Brooklyn on the top floor of an aging apartment building.

His apartment includes access to the roof by steel ladder up a narrow passageway.  On a hot day, the rooftop affords better access to the cooling breeze, but you also feel the heat pulsing from the black tar roof.  And there is no railing, which is a bit disconcerting when you need to walk to the edge of the roof to get the view of the lower Manhattan skyline that appears in the far distance in the photo above.