Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Imperial Expansion

Corporations, Evil Axis Nations, Big Pharma – these are the entities we are used to vilifying for their
expansionist ambitions and will to power. Museums, conversely, we think of as stalwart guardians of the humanistic tradition (such as the ever encroaching post-modernism would leave to us) and stewards of culture for culture’s sake. Yet museums are corporations, with many financial interests at stake, many a
moneyed ego to boost. They are also expansionist, seeking to plant outposts and conquer the global art map, if not for openly acknowledged profit then in the name of glory. The Guggenheim was the first to franchise its name, loosing much of its cred
ibility as a museum in the process,and mounting such exhibitions as The Art of the Motorcycle.  

The MOMA has traditionally been seen as the Gugg’s obverse, a bastion of modernist tradition. Then came the remodeling of nine years ago with Yoshio Taniguchi at the helm. He added vertiginous drops (a curse to those with fear of heights) and a kinda false transperency to the exhibition space, as if we the viewers were truly privy to the apparatus that made the museum work. The display of the permanent collection was also overhauled, not always for the best. 

Now the MOMA has announced that it plans to expand even further - not only to the building next to it but also upwards - ostensibly giving better representation to the latest arts - performance art and its ilk.
Below is NYMag's Jerry Saltz's take on it all, much of which I agree with. 

The more MOMA runs for the limelight the less I am inclined to visit it. Has MOMA jumped the shark into pure gimmick?

Saltz: This Renovation Plan Will Ruin MoMA, and the Only People Who Can Stop It Aren’t Trying

On January 8, Museum of Modern Art director Glenn Lowry and the architects Diller Scofidio + Renfro made public their scheme to redesign and expand MoMA. Since then, virtually no artists or architects, or art, design, or architecture critics, have lauded the plan. Nearly all the reaction has been negative. Yet no one’s raised a finger to do much of anything about it. We live in a time when power structures are impervious to and imperious about protest. Yet the Lowry–DS+R plan so irretrievably dooms MoMA to being a business-driven carnival that it feels like something really worth fighting against. Actions like this aren’t pie-in-the-sky or far-fetched. If 40 well-known artists whose work is in the collection signed a petition protesting the plans, it might have a real effect. This is MoMA’s Robert Moses moment, and five decades ago, artists were key to stopping his Lower Manhattan Expressway from being built. By the end of May, the problematic American Folk Art Museum on the MoMA site will likely be torn down, to be replaced with an even worse building for art. Then construction will begin. If this scheme is not stopped immediately, it’s going to go ahead.
So far, the public has seen a couple of drawings of the gleaming glass squash-court galleries that will replace AFAM. Elizabeth Diller says that these spaces are for “installations as well as performance, lectures, different kinds of events” and “certainly not paintings on a wall.” In her sentiment, I’m hearing that old 1980s painting-is-dead attitude rearing its head again. It’s been discredited everywhere else: We all know that painting is merely a medium, a place for the imagination, often a hybrid, and simply one of vision’s tools, not a doctrine.

In a briefing with the architects and Lowry in January, I saw a lot in addition to those glass boxes. The 53rd Street entrance is to be made double-height. The space for that mini-atrium will be reclaimed from the gallery upstairs. The architects call this space “a continuous, art-filled public amenity, free and open to the public.” This amenity will include two long corridors in the center of the museum, one of which ends in what Charles Renfro called an “architecturally significant staircase.” There will be places where crowds will be able to look at other crowds through cutouts, up and down staircases, in and out of restaurants. (Or maybe not. MoMA and its architects have deflected criticism with a two-pronged strategy. First came the museum’s reassurances that it is highly “self-critical.” This essentially says to critics, “Not to worry! We hate ourselves more than you hate us.” Liz Diller has taken to calling the comparatively few sketches that have been released a “progress report.” Lowry keeps saying the plans are “in flux.”)
As you move upstairs, there’ll be a very long, narrow second-floor gallery. It will be open at both ends and have a long glass wall facing 53rd Street. It’s a main thorough­fare between the 2004 Taniguchi building and the new tower by Jean Nouvel that will house some of the new museum space. This space is about traffic flow and crowd management and is nearly art-free, because nothing can hang on the glass wall. It’ll be made by reclaiming space from preexisting galleries.
Speaking of the Nouvel tower: Roughly 35,000 square feet will be added there, maybe a third of which, they told me, will be for the galleries for the pre-1980 permanent collection. Diller says she believes exhibition areas should be “flexible space” and “ought to be rewritable.” This, again, means no walls. I will not even try to figure the astonishing degree to which a developer profits from building above MoMA, far more than the museum benefits by being below. Had MoMA wished, it could probably have negotiated tens of thousands of extra square feet in each of these buildings.
Lowry says the plan is meant to be “enlivening and participatory”—code for theatrical, performative, fun. MoMA and its architects are redrawing the aesthetic map, annexing and partitioning space from one kind of art to make room for others that are lately deemed chic. This ethos represents, we’re told, a “significant shift in the priorities of the institution” and is meant to serve “new curatorial objectives” and “alternative cultural programming.” It privileges live-­action events, performance, entertainment, and almost anything that doesn’t just sit still to be looked at. MoMA wants these new spaces to be places where people experience things with one another, in crowds, corridors, or little theaters. The new MoMA is designed to allow for an ever-increasing number of events whose primary purpose is to produce little hits of serotonin and dopamine. I love a lot of this kind of stuff. But art that just hangs on a wall or sits in space can take a hundred years to understand; some appears stable but is constantly changing its meanings. Ironically enough, early modernism was a major factor in getting the world to accept performative art, and now it’s being shoved out of the limelight to make room for its descendant.
Perhaps MoMA can heal itself. Other museums faced with similarly serious issues are currently taking bold paths and trying. The Whitney is divesting itself of its Madison Avenue building for a new home downtown. The Met is addressing its shortcomings in the art of the last century and will soon occupy the Whitney’s old home for eight years. Sitting on some of the most valuable real estate on Earth, MoMA could sell its West 53rd and West 54th Street properties, take the astronomical profits, and build out an enormous warehouse on the far West Side, perhaps ten stories high, with full-block spaces for sprawling new projects, allowing it to finally showcase its unrivaled collection and at the same time be the carnival it seems intent on being. If the institution is wedded to midtown, it should turn its very large volume of offices and meeting rooms, its library and education department, over to gallery space. These functions could be moved off-site (some to the AFAM building, given that so many people insist on keeping it). Or MoMA could convert its atrium into four floors of galleries. Or simply commit to adding space only for the permanent collection in this rebuild.
All these partial solutions involve putting art first, and Glenn Lowry isn’t doing that. (He told me he loves the atrium.) He’s going with the most efficient, least resistant computational business model, deploying a compendium of predictable, conformist architectural and cultural ideas all aimed at giving us a sort of cultural utopia. Never mind that the word utopia means no place. That is exactly what MoMA is creating for art: The greatest collection of modernism on Earth has been relegated to rotating storage. If the wrecking ball swings in May, our beautiful garden of modernism will become another Penn Station.

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To all ye curious out there – Houston was fun. 
Once vows were exchanged and speeches spoken the after party was great. I danced like it was 1999 (not that I am certain that 99 was that good a year for dancing, I just honestly cannot remember the last time I danced that much). Husband complained that lion share of the music was current with barely one 80s or 90s hit to please those of us no longer in our twenties, but I was fine with the bump and grind, even if it made me feel a tad ripe in age by comparison.

Fashion Observations:
Over 70% wore knee length (MW, you were right!). Sure, some ladies brought long & dark & tasteful; one lady of unknown (to me) provenance busted out nude-ish color with copious sequins all over in a swirly and rather tacky pattern; but she was a stand out, hardly the rule.
Houstonians, you failed to live up to my imaginings of blinged-out horror, big hair and big everything else!

What did I wear, do you ask? I was extremely, hugely, happy with settling on my orange coat. If not I would have frozen my ass under the blasting air-conditioning during the ceremony. The black and white dress underneath was serviceable. Here are some pics, neither particularly good (my phone camera sucks, but that’s the price you pay for a smaller sized android these days).



LO’s divine Prada shoes made all the difference however! 
Thank you lady for making me feel like a Cinderella for a night and making me stand tall enough to kiss my husband ;-) I even managed a few dance moves in them before opting for a lower heeled version (yes, I went to the wedding with no less than three pairs of shoes, placed in a bag and entrusted to the concierge). 

Houston Observations: 
Living in a warm climate makes a ton of difference. I miss warm.
Nice art museum, if a little empty. I wonder if weather and museum-going are not related. Boston MFA is filled to capacity during the winter months, when options for kids and adults alike are scarce. 

My favorite piece by far was this:

It is a Phoenician sarcophagus. Notice how the head is classically Greek while the rest of the coffin shape is an abstracted version of a mummy sarcophagus from ancient Egypt – same shape just no embellishment or hieroglyphs. This disjunction, born out of a combination of two geographically and stylistically different traditions, is what makes Phoenician sarcophagi unique. Apparently they are also very rare, which explains why I have never seen one. The only other example in the USA is at the Metropolitan Museum in NYC, and there the exquisite abundance of amazing art  on display makes it less noticeable.
One of the museum buildings - the older one - is by Mies van den Rohe, and it is spectacular if underutilized by the curatorial team:


The two buildings are connected by a tunnel with an installation by  JamesTurrell - a cool way to tie in architecture and art, if not deeply meaningful (which can be said of most of his work):


Finally, we skipped the Rothko chapel. We were tired, the husband had to get ready to be a goormsman, and YES, I kind of dislike Rothko. Always have. Give me a mean de Kooning anyday. 


Bottom Line: nice trip. On to Israel tomorrow. This trip I have many more reservations about, and much more pain. None of which will be aired, or can be helped. 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Wasteland: Art History and the Real World

The husband sent me an article from Bloomberg reacting to Obama's unfortunate equation of art history with unemployment. Written by Virginia Postrel, it makes a good case why the president is wrong (it actually isn't her first post on this subject, and I will give you both). No, I am not trying to say that art history is in and by itself a major for profit. But I believe, much like Postrel does, that art history, and by extension the humanities at large, teach us something, aside for the appreciation for the beautiful:
- how to think
- how to learn
- how to notice small but potentially worldview altering detail
- how to sift the important from the not so much
- how to analyze and digest verbiage
- how to organize said verbiage into an argument
- how to be creative with your own ideas
- how to write.

Sure, not all art history programs are born equal. But with the best you do learn these skills, and then some. And I do believe a line in my own cover letter that good close reading making better people.

Presidential invective should have been placed squarely at the doors of the departments of nonsense, most populated by identity politics studies. But those it would be impolitic to criticise.

Here goes, read and comment ladies!

How Art History Majors Power the U.S. Economy: Virginia Postrel

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There’s nothing like a bunch of unemployed recent college graduates to bring out the central planner in parent-aged pundits.
In a recent column for Real Clear Markets, Bill Frezza of the Competitive Enterprise Institute lauded the Chinese government’s policy of cutting financing for any educational program for which 60 percent of graduates can’t find work within two years. His assumption is that, because of government education subsidies, the U.S. is full of liberal-arts programs that couldn’t meet that test.
“Too many aspiring young museum curators can’t find jobs?” he writes. “The pragmatic Chinese solution is to cut public subsidies used to train museum curators. The free market solution is that only the rich would be indulgent enough to buy their kids an education that left them economically dependent on Mommy and Daddy after graduation.” But, alas, the U.S. has no such correction mechanism, so “unemployable college graduates pile up as fast as unsold electric cars.”
Bill Gross, the founder of the world’s largest bond fund, Pacific Investment Management Co., has put forth a less free-market (and less coherently argued) version of the same viewpoint. “Philosophy, sociology and liberal arts agendas will no longer suffice,” he declared. “Skill-based education is a must, as is science and math.”
There are many problems with this simplistic prescription, but the most basic is that it ignores what American college students actually study.

PUNCHING-BAG DISCIPLINES

Take Frezza’s punching bag, the effete would-be museum curator. It would be only a slight exaggeration to say that no such student exists.
According to the National Center for Education Statistics, humanities majors account for about 12 percent of recent graduates, and art history majors are so rare they’re lost in the noise. They account for less than 0.2 percent of working adults with college degrees, a number that is probably about right for recent graduates, too. Yet somehow art history has become the go-to example for people bemoaning the state of higher education.
A longtime acquaintance perfectly captured the dominant Internet memes in an e-mail he sent me after my last column, which was onrising tuitions. “Many people that go to college lack the smarts and/or the tenacity to benefit in any real sense,” he wrote. “Many of these people would be much better off becoming plumbers -- including financially. (No shame in that, who’re you gonna call when your pipes freeze in the middle of the night? An M.A. in Italian art?)”
While government subsidies may indeed distort the choice to go to college in the first place, it’s simply not the case that students are blissfully ignoring the job market in choosing majors. Contrary to what critics imagine, most Americans in fact go to college for what they believe to be “skill-based education.”
A quarter of them study business, by far the most popular field, and 16 percent major in one of the so-called Stem (science, technology, engineering and math) fields. Throw in economics, and you have nearly half of all graduates studying the only subjects such contemptuous pundits recognize as respectable.
The rest, however, aren’t sitting around discussing Aristotle and Foucault.
Most are studying things that sound like job preparation, including all sorts of subjects related to health and education. Even the degree with the highest rate of unemployment -- architecture, whose 13.9 percent jobless rate reflects the current construction bust -- is a pre-professional major.

DIVERSITY OF JOBS

The students who come out of school without jobs aren’t, for the most part, starry-eyed liberal arts majors but rather people who thought a degree in business, graphic design or nursing was a practical, job-oriented credential. Even the latest target of Internetmockery, a young woman the New York Times recently described as studying for a master’s in communication with hopes of doing public relations for a nonprofit, is in what she perceives as a job-training program.
The higher-education system does have real problems, including rising tuition prices that may not pay off in higher earnings. But those problems won’t be solved by assuming that if American students would just stop studying stupid subjects like philosophy and art history and buckle down and major in petroleum engineering (the highest-paid major), the economy would flourish and everyone would have lucrative careers.
That message not only ignores what students actually study. It also disregards the diversity and dynamism of the economy, in good times as well as bad.
Those who tout Stem fields as a cure-all confuse correlation with causality. It’s true that people who major in those subjects generally make more than, say, psychology majors. But they’re also people who have the aptitudes, attitudes, values and interests that draw them to those fields (which themselves vary greatly in content and current job prospects). The psychology and social work majors currently enjoying relatively low rates of unemployment -- 7.7 percent and 6.6 percent respectively -- probably wouldn’t be very good at computer science, which offers higher salaries but, at least at the moment, slightly lower chances of a job.
(These and many of the other figures in this article come from two studies by the Georgetown University Center on Education and the Workplace analyzing data from the Census Bureau’s 2009 American Community Survey: “Hard Times: College Majors, Unemployment and Earnings,” released this week, and “What’s It Worth: The Economic Value of College Majors,” released last May.)

TOO MANY PLUMBERS

Whether they’re pushing plumbing or programming, the would-be vocational planners rarely consider whether any additional warm body with the right credentials would really enhance national productivity. Nor do they think much about what would happen to wages in a given field if the supply of workers increased dramatically. If everyone suddenly flooded into “practical” fields, we’d be overwhelmed with mediocre accountants and incompetent engineers, making lower and lower salaries as they swamped the demand for these services. Something like that seems to have alreadyhappened with lawyers.
Not everyone is the same. One virtue of a developed economy is that it provides niches for people with many different personalities and talents, making it more likely that any given individual can find a job that offers satisfaction.
As any good economist will remind you, income is just a means to utility, not a goal in itself. Some jobs pay well not only because few people have the right qualifications but also because few people want to do them in the first place. In a culture where many people hate oil companies, petroleum engineers probably enjoy such a premium. Plumbers -- the touchstone example for critics who think too many people go to college -- certainly do.
The critics miss the enormous diversity of both sides of the labor market. They tend to be grim materialists, who equate economic value with functional practicality. In reality, however, a tremendous amount of economic value arises from pleasure and meaning -- the stuff of art, literature, psychology and anthropology. These qualities, built into goods and services, increasingly provide the work for all those computer programmers. And there are many categories of jobs, from public relations to interaction design to retailing, where insights and skills from these supposedly frivolous fields can be quite valuable. The critics seem to have never heard of marketing or video games, Starbucks or Nike, or that company in Cupertino, California, the rest of us are always going on about. Technical skills are valuable in part because of the “soft” professions that complement them.

CHEMISTS STRUGGLE TOO

The commentators excoriating today’s students for studying the wrong subjects are pursuing certainty where none exists. Like the health fanatics convinced that every case of cancer must be caused by smoking or a bad diet, they want to believe that good people, people like them, will always have good jobs and that today’s unemployed college grads are suffering because they were self-indulgent or stupid. But plenty of organic chemists can testify that the mere fact that you pursued a technical career that was practical two or three decades ago doesn’t mean you have job security today.
I was lucky to graduate from high school in the late 1970s, when the best research said that going to college was an economically losing proposition. You would be better off just getting a job out of high school -- or so it appeared at the time. Such studies are always backward-looking.
I thus entered college to pursue learning for its own sake. As an English major determined not to be a lawyer, I also made sure I graduated with not one but two practical trades --neither learned in the college classroom. At the depths of the previous worst recession since the Great Depression, I had no problem getting a job as a rookie journalist and, as an emergency backup, I knew I could always fall back on my excellent typing skills. Three decades later, nobody needs typists, and journalists are almost as obsolete.
The skills that still matter are the habits of mind I honed in the classroom: how to analyze texts carefully, how to craft and evaluate arguments, and how to apply microeconomic reasoning, along with basic literacy in accounting and statistics. My biggest regret isn’t that I didn’t learn Fortran, but that I didn’t study Dante.
The most valuable skill anyone can learn in college is how to learn efficiently -- how to figure out what you don’t know and build on what you do know to adapt to new situations and new problems. Liberal-arts advocates like this argument, but it applies to any field. In the three decades since we graduated, my college friend David Bernstein has gone from computing the speed at which signals travel through silicon chips to being an entrepreneur whose work includes specifying, designing and developing a consumer-oriented smart-phone app.

LEARNING TO LEARN

When he was an undergraduate, he wrote in an e-mail, his professors “stressed that they weren’t there to teach us a soon-to-be obsolete skill or two about a specific language or operating system ... but rather the foundations of the field, for example: characteristics of languages and operating systems, how one deals with complex projects and works with others, what is actually computable, the analysis of algorithms, and the mathematical and theoretical foundations of the field, to pick just a few among many. That education has held me in good stead and I’ve often pitied the folks who try to compete during a lifetime of constant technological change without it.” Whether you learn how to learn is more a question of how fundamental and rigorous your education is than of what specific subject you study.
The argument that public policy should herd students into Stem fields is as wrong-headed as the notion that industrial policy should drive investment into manufacturing or “green” industries. It’s just the old technocratic central planning impulse in a new guise. It misses the complexity and diversity of occupations in a modern economy, forgets the dispersed knowledge of aptitudes, preferences and job requirements that makes labor markets work, and ignores the profound uncertainty about what skills will be valuable not just next year but decades in the future.
Pundits are entitled to their hypotheses, of course, and if they’re footing the bill they can experiment on their children. But they shouldn’t try to use the rest of the population as lab mice.
(Virginia Postrel is a Bloomberg View columnist. She is the author of “The Future and Its Enemies” and “The Substance of Style,” and is writing a book on glamour. This is the second of a two-part series on the economics of higher education; read the first part online here. The opinions expressed are her own.)
To contact the writer of this article: Virginia Postrel in Los Angeles atvp@dynamist.com.
To contact the editor responsible for this article: Tobin Harshaw attharshaw@bloomberg.net.

3/23/2014
Obama Fails Art History and Economics - Bloomberg View
By Virginia Postrel
President Obama had a perfectly fine message for young people when he spoke at a General Electric
plant in Wisconsin yesterday: Learning a skilled trade can be just as lucrative and worthy of respect as
getting a college diploma. Unfortunately, that’s not what he said.
Instead, he took a cheap shot at the favorite punching bag of people who deride higher education in
general and the liberal arts in particular. He attacked art history. “I promise you, folks can make a lot
more potentially with skilled manufacturing or the trades than they might with an art history degree,” he
said.
It was the cheapest of cheap shots because, as I noted in a column two years ago, almost no one majors
in art history. Art history majors account for less than 0.2 percent of working adults with college degrees.
It was also a cheap shot because art history isn’t a major naive kids fall into because they’ve heard a
college degree -- any college degree -- will get you a good job. It’s an intellectually demanding major,
requiring the memorization and mastery of a large body of visual material, a facility for foreign languages,
and the ability to write clearly and persuasively. And it’s famously elitist.
In fact, the reason pundits instinctively pick on art history is that it is seems effete. It’s stereotypically a
field for prep school graduates, especially women, with plenty of family wealth to fall back on. In fact, a
New York Times analysis of Census data shows that art history majors are wildly overrepresented
among those in the top 1 percent of incomes. Perhaps the causality runs from art history to high incomes,
but I doubt it.

If the president had been serious about his message, he would have compared learning a skilled trade to
majors that are actually popular, such as communications and psychology. It would have been much
braver and more serious to take on the less-rigorous majors that attract lots of students. But it wouldn’t
have gotten a laugh.
(Virginia Postrel is a Bloomberg View columnist. Her book, “The Power of Glamour,” was recently
published by Simon & Schuster. Her website is at vpostrel.com. Follow her on Twitter at@vpostrel.)
To contact the writer of this article: Virginia Postrel at vp@dynamist.com.
To contact the editor responsible for this article: Tobin Harshaw at tharshaw@bloomberg.net.
http://www.bloombergview.com/articles/2014-01-31/obama-fails-art-history-and-economics 1/2

Friday, March 21, 2014

In Praise of the Color Orange 2, or: Thoughts on Floor Length Gowns

This wedding that I’m going to is driving me a little batty. Just as I narrowed down what I would wear to two possibilities I was alerted to its radical degree of formality. Yes, sure, I knew it was a black tie shindig. But I’ve been to black tie events and women, by and large, wear cocktail dresses.  Still, in TX formal apparently means REAL long.  I could have let it go... but then how often do you actually get a chance to wear something long and flowy these days? It might be kinda nice to play dress up? My own private Oscars.

Speaking of! Who is up for a very quick fashion trial of Hollywood’s big night? I don’t ever watch the damn thing, but I like logging on in the morning after and checking out the dresses. A pleasant hour or so if you have it to spend with your coffee and yogurt. As I said however, this report will be quick, however, because there was so little to comment on! Almost none of the dresses delivered something surprising, interesting, and none were ‘fashion moments’ that will be remembered, like Nicole Kidman’s chartreuse dress:

 or Cate Blanchett’s butterfly one:

Or, for that matter a number of Blanchett's outfits from said event. 

2014 will go down in history of such events of no consequence as the year when (a) few major stars came out to play, and (b) none of them brought out the big gun gowns.

Here are my favorites:
Camilla Alves, a plus one who is usually the queen of tacky, went for old school drama:

Kate Hudson, who usually wears fair and bare managed to cover up nicely in a dramatic cape:


Amy Adams, always spare and classy, held on to that title, but the result was underwhelming if elegant:


My biggest disappointment? Lupita Nyongo. She killed it all along the awards season, coming up with one fantastic look after another, but when it was time for the jewel in the crown she decided to opt for a fairly standard princess look, slightly punched up by an unusual color, but badly accessorized and with a terrible décolleté that left no bone from shoulder to rib spared from view:


Wasn’t Blanchett there, you might ask? She was, hell, she even won. But her gown was utterly blah:

 Worse, it was kinda tackily reminiscent of another touchstone ‘sarotorial event’, as one of my favorite fashion bloggresses wrote, Britney’s bedazzled jumpsuit

The bottom line was that despite a plethora of truly interesting gowns on the fashion week runways the stars, or their stylists, went for sedate, predictable, and just blah.

This observation carries to the retail situation.  I decided to search gowns in case I would decide to opt for one for my TX outing.  I searched online as well as in person. Here’s the sad report:

Saks Fifth Ave: everything not designer (i.e. below the 1.5k+ price point) was deadly boring. And repetitive, as if the various brands copied each other. A ton of one shoulder, some sequin, some ponte. Most of the colors were either dull (dirty bath water gray) or predictable (red, black, nude with sparke). The designer stuff was better, with some stunning gowns, but ringing in at 3k or so, making it as good as nonexistent.

Nordstrom: Same, but worse. Even less variation.  Even cheaper crap. BLAAAH.

Lord & Taylor: RUN, ladies, run away. All the long items are mother-of-the-bride stuff, stiff, cheaply bligned, and generally YUCKY!

The stand out was the Outnet. No wonder, I suppose, since it’s the site’s whole pitch is designer ware on slashed prices. Here are two I liked, harkening back to my previous post on orange:


Demonstrating nicely what a bold color choice can do to a very sedate design and cut. Yum.

It wasn’t the only orange dress there, by the way, giving me some hope. Here’s another, in an utterly different take on both color and style:


(They call the color red, but on my screen it reads as a red with a high yellow quotient, thereby making it legitimately orange in my book).

In short, if any of you is ever in need of a gown, get yourselves to the outnet site ladies. The choices are better but, as with every online retailer the way things look online ain’t what they look like in person. Case in point is my experience. I ordered this, thinking that it has the edge I personally gravitate towards with some fairytale element that I will be happy to sport this one time.

In person the dress was made of such flimsy, thin silk that it looked rather like a rumpled nightgown with a ridiculously blinged-out collar. But the funnier element was its size. Since the only size available was 0, I dared, with some trepidation, to order it. In truth I haven’t been a size 0 in over a decade. But this dress? Oh, I fit into it with some room to spare width-wise. And length-wise, you ask? Well, it was long for the husband who is around 185 m.

All this gives rise to two observations:
1) Why are US clothiers so keen on fooling their clients with sizing that is all but meaningless? 0 should mean 0, 4 should be 4, and these measurements should not vary wildly from brand to brand.
2) I can understand that floor length gowns are made longer for a reason, but surely there is a reasonable length? How many giantess walk among us?
 
As for what I will wear? After much agonizing about fitting in I will wear a short B&W dress with my orange coat over it. And let ‘em Houstonians judge me if they will.


And I will let you know if they do! 

A Tiny Little Ode to Joy

Yesterday was  International Happiness Day NPR informed me (on one of endless drives shuttling Yon from school-to Russian class-to fencing-home).  It got me thinking about two things:
-          the motivation behind the drive to single out days out of our calendar in order to notice something ubiquitous;
-          Happiness?
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are promised by the best, but also the most problematically elliptical line in the Declaration of Independence.  All three – yes, even life - are relational, in the sense that neither is an absolute concept, independent of perspective, context, or - plainly - other people.    Happiness, in particular, forms a knot of tangled human ties, desires, relations. Is it possible to be happy in a void? If no man is an island, can happiness exist divorced from the happiness or lack thereof in others around you, without your perception of your happiness in relation, either positive or negative, to theirs? I’m putting it out there for purely selfish reasons :-)

When a high school teacher asked me what I want to be after the army service (she meant what will I choose to study, but I chose to misunderstand her, as was my want)  I answered that I want to be happy. I am not sure about the results, but I know that whenever I am Unhappy I need to be reminded of what is good in my life (often in relation to the less fortunate in that areas, lets be honest) in order to regain any sense of fulfillment. Does that mean something about my nature (competitive and in need of control) or a more general human trait? Why are we not born with a talent for happiness?

Maybe that’s why the UN in its wisdom found it necessary to address the issue by picking the date of the vernal equinox to recognize happiness. Because, to paraphrase Ben Franklin, we all have to catch up with happiness ourselves, I am suspicious about this paternalistic approach to individual pursuits. What are international bureaucracies for if not for giving us a firmly guiding, yet utterly ineffectual hand?

After all, Stalin loved to celebrate another date in March, its 8th day, but that did not do diddly squat to curb the rampant misogyny still extant in Russia to this day.Come to think of it the Soviet state coerced its citizens to be happy . The best exhibition project of Stalinist art was even called “агитация за счастье” – Agitating For Happiness. Perhaps this is the reason us post-Soviets have such a funny relationship with the concept!


I am officially a curmudgeon. 

In Praise of the Color Orange

I’m getting ready to go to a super formal wedding in Houston.  So formal that apparently floor length gowns are required! Wish I would have realized that a bit earlier than a day ago, since now it is rather late to be desperately searching for something I will never wear again. That got me thinking of dressy items in m closet that I have purchased and have never worn. Case in point: a lovely shantung silk dress coat from H&M.
Why didn’t I, you may ask? The same reason I bought it in the first place: its color. Vibrantly citrusy it called me from the rack, but every time I’d put it on I felt like a giant beacon of orangeness. Trying it on in preparation for this wedding, however, I thought to myself that orange needs to be embraced. Orange, after all, can make you happier.

Apparently Zara felt the same. Their site has a whole section devoted to the color – “Orange Mood” they call it. If you click however, not much is truly orange – and yes, I am that exacting about my colors. 

To prove my point please take a look at this:

Lovely, but calling it ‘tangerine,’ dear Zara, doesn’t make it so! A punched up yellow cannot pass for orange. 
Most of the other ‘orange mood’ items are likewise in this vibrant, gorgeous yellow, but not the orange they claim to be, or, if they actually DO use orange it is in a supporting role only, and a minor one at that:



Lets talk color wheel, people. Orange, you see, is a color of many shades, running the gamut from yellow to red.  Most of these, for example, I would NOT consider true orange:


This, on the other hand, is the perfect Platonic Orange:


And so I’m back with my dress coat. It is so perfectly orange it glows..  I really really ought to give it a whirl.