Oh hai.
Let's cut the wafty introductions I normally do.
Ahahaha.
Anyway.
Ummm where was I.
Oh yes. The day we went to the Museum of Modern Art. With a couple of little interesting things before.
Let's go.
This is the lovely south east corner of Central Park, along 5th Avenue.
Ooh la la.
This here be the Plaza Hotel:
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| There's construction out the front. Surprise! |
The Apple Store. Glass box, pretending to be a store.
Fun fact: this is the second most photographed building in NYC! (not sure which is the first, don't ask difficult questions)
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| And up. |
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| Aaaaand down. ACTUAL MASSIVE STORE! SURPRISE! |
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| Fancy things. |
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| Fancy toy store. This is where I want to be. |
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| Greeted by soldiers. Guarding Cinderella, maybe. |
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| Cue Angel voices. |
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| MAKE YOUR OWN MUPPET. |
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| Evidently they're as excited as us. |
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| Up time. |
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| I like upstairs. |
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| Yesss. |
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| The girl section. |
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| The boy section. (hooray! Gender stereotypes! Discussion for another time maybe) |
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| But I found Batman, so all good. |
In other excellent news: THERE IS A GIANT PIANO YOU CAN DANCE ON AND PLAY THINGS.
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| For a cool quarter mil, it's yours! |
We went on it. Obviously. We played a successful rendition of chopsticks and the Rugrats theme. It was quite exhausting, actually.
Outside - another lovely day, wandering up 5th.
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| Tiffany's Time. |
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| Timeless. |
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| Featuring: bored boyfriend chairs. |
On Fridays after 4pm, the Museum of Modern Art has free admission. There's a line that goes around the block, but it only takes about 20 minutes to get in. Get onto that, if you're in town.
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| The line. |
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| Line with a view. |
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| Waiting, waiting. |
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| Allons-y! |
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| We went from the top down. Helicopter! Didn't find the sign saying what it meant, actually. Oops. |
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| The best Warhol. Just in the corridor. |
So, there I was, just wandering around, absorbing some of the statuettes, attempting to work out huge canvasses painted one colour, when I turned around and BAM!! My favourite painting. Right there. The real thing. Just casually on the wall. Sure. We're going in that direction are we, MoMA? Awesome.
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| Brb, sobbing. (warning: not an exaggeration. At all.) |
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| Arrrgghhggggghhh. |
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| AAARRRRGGGGHHHHGGGGGGHH. |
AND RIGHT OPPOSITE IT:
I really do mean right opposite; this bloke was literally screaming at the majesty of a starry night.
Also, confusion, because this was done in pastel, and I swear it was painted and arg. But a nearby sketch proved that Munch did a Matisse and did a dozen versions of the same image in many styles and mediums. (or did Matisse do a Munch? Am not very good at art).
At first I wasn't overly impressed with the Scream, until I looked at it further. And then saw more of Edvard Munch. This is called The Storm. So good.
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| Ugh, hooowww. |
Further along: Monet. Sure. Why not. In a nutshell:
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| Featured: BLURRED NOTHING. |
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| SURPRISE! It's a japanese bridge! HOW? HOW?? |
Obviously: Monet's stunning lilypads.
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| More famous things. |
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| This is a comment on torture, using chairs as victims. |
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| Helicopter reprise. |
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| One of those monochrome paintings I tried to decipher. Some of them I understood (but still unimpressed), some I did not and was rather irritated with. Others were actually kind of clever. |
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| Rainforest. |
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| The Matisse. |
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One of the impressive ones: this is literally house paint and scribbled led pencil. But it is entitled, "Academy".
Oh, artist, you. |
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| One of my favourite words. |
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| Jackson Pollock. |
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| More Warhol. |
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| Fluorescent lights in a corner. Awesome. |
Okay, this is good. This is the artwork, as interpreted and set up by the museum's curators (I have no idea how that works, don't ask. It's modern):
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| A wall pitted by a single air rifle shot. |
There was security guard who asked large groups of people at a time, "can you find it? Can you find it? It took me a week staring at every inch of this wall, can you find it?"
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