nw3 to nyc

Observations on moving my family across the Atlantic


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Not quite Damien Hirst

There was a Damien Hirst retrospective at Tate Modern last year. It was full of predictable spot paintings, medicine cabinets, dead animals and some rather pretty butterfly pictures. But the real draw was the diamond encrusted skull. To see this you had to queue separately in the Turbine Hall and see it in a pitch black room, with access via a scary looking security guard, with spot lights strategically placed to allow the diamonds to dazzle. It was impressive. It was expensive. It was 50 million quid!

I was reminded of this when I went into Dean and Deluca earlier today. As New York gears up for Halloween (it’s everywhere and it’s nearly a month away) they have put on sale a solid chocolate skull. I took a snap to share my incredulity with you today. It’s price?  A mere $65. Gumph. How would you eat it?

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Discovering Gramsci in the Bronx

I’m not sure how well known Antonio Gramsci is to most people. I came across him because I studied politics at university and I’ve been interested in left wing history for a long time. I was intrigued to read about a German artist called Thomas Hirschhorn who had been inspired by Gramsci and built a temporary monument to him in the Bronx. Gramsci has been dead since 1937, he was a Sardinian-born communist, intellectual and revolutionary that spent the last ten years or so of his life in prison. From there he wrote his prison note books, which are heavily referenced in Hirschhorn’s work.

There are lots of websites telling you about the project and I would encourage a visit to the Gramsci Monument website to find out more. What I wanted to record here was its impact on me.

I have seen a lot of art over the years, some is dull, some stimulates and some leaves a lasting impression. But seeing Hirschhorn’s work in the Bronx has really provoked an unusual response in me. Essentially it’s a badly constructed temporary structure, made of balsa wood, nails and a lot of duct tape. It’s a series of small rickety buildings with signs scrawn in marker pen and sheets covered in painted on quotes from Gramsci’s work.

The first picture here is what you see when you arrive; the second is inside the first main structure and is most like visiting a museum, filled with artefacts and a video on a loop in Italian; and the third is an example of the sheets covered in quotes from Gramsci that are draped around the structures and in some places from the actual apartment buildings that surround the monument.

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I don’t mind admitting I was nervous about going to the Bronx: the structure is in the middle of a housing project in South Bronx, a run down area and not on the usual tourist trail. I took my two children with me: we were the only visitors. I felt like we were intruding. Nobody took any notice of us. The structures have been put up by the local residents, are used by them and they will be the ones to take them down. There is a real sense that this is meant to be here, it’s not intruding, it’s not been imposed on the locals, it’s like a visiting time machine and soon it will be gone.

I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to an artist and an exhibition of their own work. But here I spoke to Hirschhorn (photographed below), who was busy creating tomorrow’s Gramsci Monument Newspaper, which is published every day and contains a mixture of Gramsci quotes, extracts from left wing literature and local flavour, including ‘resident of the day’ on the back cover.

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I asked him whether the Gramsci Monument had met his expectations and what it’s legacy would be for the residents. He was very intense, almost bemused by my questions. He said the legacy was the memory, that the local people will remember this experience and take that with them. He said the newspaper and the radio station that they created would be taken on by the local  Community Centre and for him, none of this was meant to be permanent, and that is the joy.

Reading about Gramsci, looking at pictures of him, artefacts from a museum in Italy, of his slippers and comb from prison, in a balsa wood rickety shack, listening to R&B or whatever booming in the background, in the South Bronx. Now that’s an NYC experience I won’t forget.


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Medieval Manhattan

Ah, I hear you say, but America wasn’t really around in medieval times. Sure, that’s true, but it doesn’t stop NYC from importing treasures from Europe and displaying them in a made up castle in the far reaches of north Manhattan. I kept seeing reference to the Cloisters in tourist blurb and at the Metropolitan Museum but couldn’t quite imagine what it meant. So on a hot and sunny day earlier this week J and I ventured up the A line all the way to 190th Street, which is a very long way away. And naturally it also involved a ridiculous amount of stairs, curses to you stairs, but I think my arms are rather more sculpted than they used to be, so I shouldn’t complain, really.

John D. Rockefeller Jr funded the Cloisters that emerged from the grounds of Fort Tryon Park in the 1930s. An architect called Charles Collens designed the building to look a bit like a medieval monastery and actually included relics into the construction and I think he did a pretty good job. It’s the home of the medieval collection of the Metropolitan Museum. The cloisters themselves are tranquil and beautifully landscaped and great fun to tootle round if you are 20 months old but hopeless if you are the mother of the 20 month old trying to keep him off the plants, climbing the walls and stopping him from falling into the gardens 20 feet below. But besides that the interior is great if you like looking at really old stuff, medieval stuff isn’t really my thing, but we did get to see the 1930s bowels of the building as we got special dispensation to use the original staff lift to go back up to the entrance – too many stairs. Again.

Fort Tryon Park is a revelation. Snuggled next to the Hudson River, which is very wide at this point, it is an almost tropical haven from the density of the rest of Manhattan. It was hard to believe we were still on the island at all. I doubt many tourists get this far, but on a sunny, hot day, it’s well worth the trip.


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A house tells the story of a changing area

I quite like reading about New York history, how areas have evolved over the decades and the personal stories that come with this. The Museum of the City of New York is a great place to indulge this and it, housed in its grand building on 5th Avenue way up on East 103rd Street, does this with great aplomb. I highly recommend a visit if you’re ever here. Reading the New York Times this weekend, I found a heart warming article in the Metropolitan section, which focused on one house in the little known area of Crown Heights, which is in Brooklyn. The article tracked the house move of the current owner (selling for $1.3 million) and recalled the past by digging through city records to see who had lived in this grand, turreted building. It was the best thing I read this weekend and well worth a look. It’s not all about Manhattan, it seems.


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1000 steps to Queens

That may be a slight exaggeration, but not much. I bravely ventured out with J and E to the New York Hall of Science. This rather grandly named attraction is based way out in the Flushing Meadows area of Queens. Practically at the end of the 7 train line, this is a world away from our part of Manhattan. And when you are doing this with a heavy toddler in a buggy in the hot, humid weather of NYC it’s hard work. Not one person helped with the steps all the way there and there are a lot.

The Hall of Science is based in a converted 1960s building that was originally built as a pavilion for the 1964 World’s Fair. It’s a great hands on space for young kids to learn about science and has an excellent playground, which is great for 7 year olds and hopeless for toddlers. Just hope they are asleep so they don’t get jealous.

Next door to the Hall of Science is Flushing Meadows Corona Park, an oasis of greenery and calm in the heart of Queens and home to the Queens Zoo, sister to its more famous sibling in Central Park. It’s lovely. Small, but lovely with a rather impressive elk with the biggest antlers I’ve ever seen. There’s an old fashioned carousel and a petting zoo with some very friendly goats who love to be stroked. And in the middle is the most peculiar building called Terrace on the Park.

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I have just looked at the website for it and it appears to be much flasher in its Internet form than in real life. From the outside it looks really run down, a bit unloved and frankly a bit of a concrete monster. It completely dominates the park, looming over the zoo. Not sure I’d fancy getting married there, but I suppose the views must be good.

Oh, and on the way back I managed to look pathetic enough to get help with the buggy up all those blasted stairs all the way home. Just don’t be on the subway past 4.30 in the afternoon as it’s as packed as the London underground and deeply unpleasant.


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Miss you, Tate

I was a friend of the Tate for many years in London. I went to pretty much every exhibition they did in both Tate Modern and in Tate Britain. I worked very close to Tate Modern in the last few years and wandered around at lunchtime, but not as often as I should. And now I’m here in NYC, living about the same distance from the Met. On Saturday I read the FT’s review of the new exhibition, “Lowry and the painting of modern life” at Tate Britain and I felt sad. Sad, not because it was a poor review, in fact the review was brimming with enthusiasm, signing off that it was “a revelatory, enjoyable, historically significant show”. Sad because I can’t go. I console myself with having been to the Lowry gallery in Salford, but it was a long time ago. If you’re in London before 20 October, go and see it and think of me, nyc-newbie.

 


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From punk to toddler

Well, that’s not quite the title of the fairly new exhibition at the Met, but that is what I renamed it for this afternoon. Taking advantage of a 7 year old-free afternoon, I took J to the Met to see the Punk: from chaos to couture exhibit. I thought it would be reasonably quiet given it’s Friday afternoon and near closing time on a nice, sunny day. And it was. Sort of. I planned it meticulously so that J was in his buggy with snacks, trapped and safely away from the dozens of mannequins sporting bizarre wigs that I’d spied on the exhibit website. Err, well, that would have worked if I hadn’t been banned from taking the buggy in: ‘we don’t allow strollers into exhibits, ma’am’. Arse. I’m here. I’m prepared. I’ll risk it.

And J was the only child there.

I know a bit about fashion and it was great to see so much Vivienne Westwood – although I note she is actually the same age as my mum! We enjoyed the urinals and their graffiti strewn walls, safely hidden behind a perspex screen. J enjoyed the plinths hosting the mannequins of Amazonian proportions but unfortunately they were all alarmed, so every time J went near, the alarm went off and we were scowled at. He loved the enormous screens showing distorted images of Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten with a punk soundtrack. The staging of this exhibition is fabulous. One room has fake vaulted brick walls to look as if you are in a cellar, painted black as a fantastic backdrop to the fashion. It’s a fine line between stimulation and sheer terror for J, who often sought refuge by grabbing my legs. And my favourite bit? The final mannequin wearing nothing but a few lines of black tape with her middle finger held aloft.

And then you go next door and you enter a room of Monet paintings and think happy thoughts as you wander further and stumble across a few Van Goghs or a Gauguin or two. In just a 15 minute walk from our apartment, we can be here amongst the most amazing art in the world: this truly is the privilege of living in NYC.


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Giddy at the Guggenheim

I’d been meaning to visit the Guggenheim for ages and finally made it today. It was pretty busy even at 11am, I think because the Met is closed on a Monday, it pushes arty traffic up 5th Avenue. It’s an amazing building, so different to everything around it, and it proudly looks out at Central Park. It is the youngest building to be landmarked in the US and when it was built in the 1950s, with its modern design by Frank Lloyd Wright, its stuffy Upper East Side neighbours campaigned against it. Ironically, 40 odd years later when the Guggenheim authorities decided that they’d run out of space and need to expand it, its neighbours campaigned for the frontage to remain untouched and for the extension to be developed at the back, unseen by 5th Avenue. They were the ones that got the landmark status.

It is lovely, so curvy and simple, it’s a great place to display art. At the moment, it has a fabulous installation called ‘Water’ by the Japanese artist, Motonaga Sadamasa. There are many polyethylene tubes of varying widths filled with brightly-colored water, weighing down at different points in the tubes which are suspended across the rotunda.

The first photo below is taken from the top floor, looking down, which is quite a long way up and no good for anyone who doesn’t like heights. The second photo is taken about half way down and shows more clearly the tubes and their criss cross effect. It is beautiful.

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http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/exhibitions/on-view/gutai-splendid-playground

 


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Art smart

The Affordable Art Fair opened in New York this weekend. Taking place in the downtown area of Gramercy (ish) the well heeled, cool and, err, well us, converged on the Metropolitan Pavilion on 19th Street. Going early was definitely the right move with the spaces empty of people and gallery owners keen to say hi and coo over J who was, bang on schedule, fast asleep. Funny that the first person I spoke to was British, a gallery owner from Cambridge, I couldn’t help saying the remarkably stupid greeting ‘oh, you’re British!’ Like she didn’t know, but she humoured me with a ‘yes and you are too’. I must stop doing that, I think it unnerves people. There were many London galleries represented, in fact, you’d hardly know you were actually in New York, there seemed to be so few New York galleries there. I think it’s pretty normal at these places to find a load of stuff you hate, a load of stuff you think ‘yeah, it’s ok’ and the odd gem. We found our gem; our art of New York, limited edition print, but ironically it will be shipped from Canada. And not so affordable. Expensive afternoon, that.

http://affordableartfair.com/newyork/


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Brooklyn buildings

Impressive buildings outside of Manhattan? Why yes, there’s a couple in Brooklyn.

How about the Brooklyn Museum?  Although its steps appear to be missing,  replaced with a rather odd glass atrium out the front. It is a formidable presence, towering over the very busy Eastern Parkway.

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Or the Brooklyn Public Library?  Certainly not your average public library with gold leaf columns. Check out how tall the front is, when you see how tiny my mum looks on the steps. Those are big doors!

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And the glorious Brooklyn Botanical Gardens nestled between the two.  No pictures of buildings, just an oasis in the middle of urban car noise.