I continually strive to write the poetic equivalent of this — layered, assymetrical, audacious, theatrical, aggressively feminine and not entirely utilitarian:
Went to see this remarkable sartorial creation by Vivienne Westwood yesterday at Cooper-Hewitt, where it was part of a show called “Fashion in Colors.” If you have an interest in fashion, textile, or color, do not miss this show! It’s small, but organized according to the spectrum, with special sections for black, white, and multicolor, and it’s an experiential immersion akin to an exhibit you might find at San Francisco’s Exploratorium.
My day continued New Yorkily as I rode the M4 down past a building in Central Park festooned vertically with lights that changed from red/green to red/purple, past the Hotel Pierre, to 59th St., where I got off to be a tourist in my own city fighting for space and sensation with all the other tourists. The windows at Bergdorf-Goodman blew my mind — I found them in some ways even more impressive than the Cooper-Hewitt show:
I don’t have my own digital camera (a pointed birthday hint), so I couldn’t take pictures (this one’s a link) of all the splendor, in particular the shimmering gold peacocks and another of a curio room full of travel memorabilia and a giant OSTRICH. A pure white peacock at a jewelry store a block down echoed the theme. Fifth Avenue is filled with peacocks! I didn’t care for the hoopla and claustrophobia around Rockefeller Center — a big tree, who cares, or the white reindeer just a step up from what you might see on a lawn in Bensonhurst (although I must say, in Bensonhurst, they are campily splendid).
Always needing to slake the visual thirst…