Before today I don’t think I’d ever seen an attempt to combine 50’s Madras and 60’s tie-dyed traditions as a single concept. I have no idea whether a conscious irony was involved, but this beautiful young man lit up the atrium space at the Museum of Modern Art this afternoon.
Category: Happy
people in Spain
children playing in a fronton in the fishing town of Getaria, on the Basque coast
I’ve just put dozens of images on Flickr, specifically of people we encountered during our two weeks in Spain. Most of them are complete strangers, but Barry shows up regularly. It doesn’t surprise me that there is a disproportionate number of attractive men. There’s also one dog patiently waiting for its young master. The pictures appear chronologically, and the series begins in Madrid, moves north to Segovia and several small towns in Castille-Leon, La Rioja and Navarra, goes on to Pamplona and some smaller towns in Basque country, including Gueteria on the Costa Vasca, continues through Aragon, including Zaragoza, and ends in Barcelona.
Some of these pictures are beautiful, some cute, some funny and some revealing. The remainder (in fact all of them) are at least individual small documents.
Over the next few days or more I expect to be tagging and titling them, and I’ll also be adding other shots (the people-less ones), and some will appear on this site as well.
AVIS Preferred
nice beltline
It took us at least 45 minutes to turn over the keys to our rental car here in Barcelona yesterday, but there was also this pleasant distraction at the counter immediately ahead of us.
He and his friend appeared to be Italian.
the El Escorial terrace
Today was a slow day at the El Escorial. Indeed, it was a day the palace/monastery was closed, but the huge terrace was pulsing with life during a lunch break for the students at the Real Colegio Alfonso XII.
By precisely 3 o’clock everyone had disappeared inside the doors and the terrace was empty.
leaving for Spain
Francisco de Zurbar�n Still Life with Lemons, Oranges and a Rose 1633
We’re flying to Spain tomorrow for two weeks: Madrid, a motor trip north, ending in Barcelona, from which we fly back on the 16th.
I was in Barcelona in 1961. I was almost arrested for wearing Bermuda shorts while riding around on my bike. I went back to Spain (Madrid, Toledo, Segovia, Salamanca) in 1980. the Caudillo was dead, and it felt like one big party; I can’t believe I haven’t been been back in the meantime.
Barry just did a post covering some territory we’re going to have to miss, several benefits and some theatre.
I have no idea whether I’ll have a chance to blog while away. Okay, maybe some pictures if we have good internet connections.
[image from gatochy]
big, gold fish
Conversations with this big guy in the outer office of my entodontist this month almost made root canal fun.
I’m sure it was all about food, but he definitely acted like he was paying some serious attention.
boarder
untitled (boarder) 2007
dusk, on our Chelsea corner
ACT UP party tonight
This t-shirt was designed by the legendary activist artist collective Gran Fury 17 years ago.
Today South Africa has national health care.
A lot of people still think they can do something to help drag our own country into the [twentieth] century. Some of them know they have to ACT UP to get there. But activists also know how to party, and sometimes a little cash is needed to help make a stink, so ACT UP is throwing a $20 celebration/benefit bash this evening, and everyone is welcome.
The doors of Manhattan’s LGBT Center at 208 West 13th Street (just west of 7th Avenue) will open at 7 pm. The program will start at 8 or 8:30 and will feature readings/performances by Pulitzer-prize winning author Michael Cunningham, the notorious Church Ladies for Choice, Mark Hannay (formerly of the Hot Peaches), and fabulous downtown performance artist Penny Arcade. The evening ends with a dance party that goes until midnight.
[image via ACT UP]
my favorite activist
marquee poetry
In this image of the Waverly Theater (now the IFC Center) marquee, as seen from across the street yesterday afternoon, it’s not immediately apparent that motorists, approaching from the left on this one-way street, got to see only the feature titles/first stanza; pedestrians could enjoy the entire poem.