Missy | November 27, 2006

Brooklyn Bridge and Lower Manhattan as seen from DUMBO

Last year Clare Danes surprised everybody with a theretofore unknown talent (and I say that as a tough critic) in a solo dance performance here in New York at a small space in the East Village. If you missed it, if you loved it and want more, or if you’re merely curious, she’ll be part of a duet created by the same choreographer, Tamar Rogoff, at PS 122 in January. Also, Forsythe is back at BAM at the beginning of March. (I will never shut up about William Forsythe, his ingenuity, his difficulty, or his influence.)

How was your Thanksgiving vacation? Mine was super. I ate two full Thanksgiving meals. (My host of the first passed out on the couch halfway through his own five pound plate of food. Bless his heart.) The weather couldn’t have been better. I avoided Black Friday for the first time in many years. I’ve been somewhat unexpectedly yet happily getting to know a man who is an enchanting combination of funny, smart, sweet, and hot–all of these things, in large and equal amounts.

Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to predict the next fashion craze–it’s not hard to do when you live in the epicenter of fashion. (Leggings and skin-tight pants hit their saturation point about a year ago. Grey jeans are getting there.) Yesterday I saw a couple decked out in neon and thought, “Oh, christ.” That’s because I was betting on Hammer pants.

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Missy | November 17, 2006

“Eye See You”, Olafur Eliasson for Louis Vuitton, 57th Street

Are you ready to be creeped out? Check out these photos at the Brooklyn Museum’s photo stream of the installation process for the Ron Mueck exhibition. Better yet, go to the Ron Mueck exhibition. (As it turns out, his smaller-than-lifesize figures were the ones I found most unsettling.) If you’re curious as to how it all works, there’s a video here (respresentational nudity advisory, in case you’re at work).

Alex Ross has a nice wrap-up in The New Yorker of the Steve Reich festivities that happened around town last month. I made it to the BAM program only, but one can relive some of the other programming via the Whitney Museum, which has a webcast available from their 4-hour Reich concert.

Finally, big game this weekend. (This is the one day of the year I totally get into sports.) C’mon Buckeyes!

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Missy | November 15, 2006

Red, crooked

This evening I was in Soho doing a little Christmas shopping–it’s true; and I’ve got 2/3 of my shopping done, assuming that I shop for only three people–and I stopped in some store that sells, mostly, tights. There is a store for everything here. Anyway, I had my eye on a pair with a mild pattern to them. Luckily, they were out of my size because those suckers were $55. $55! For tights!

I’m looking forward to Thanksgiving. Two-day work week! More importantly, for the first time since my graduate school days (the trade-off being having to study), I don’t have to worry about traveling. My Thanksgiving will be a subway ride away, and I have tempted my hosts with offerings of wine and bread–my award-winning bread, I might add, even though, ordinarily, I do not cook.* The wine is simply a given. (I’m thinking pinot noir because that’s what I enjoy drinking or, perhaps, the safe nouveau beaugolais. The truth is, I have no idea.)

* 4-H Outstanding of the Day, Ohio State Fair, 1985

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Missy | November 3, 2006

Hows about a selfie for a change? (I believe I’m trying to smile but inside I’ve a headache splitting open my skull. Long day.)

Yesterday there was an abundance of Halloween candy floating about the office. I indulged, heavily, and during an afternoon conference call I crashed, hard. I was on the verge of falling asleep with my head in my hand. That kind of thing hasn’t happened since high school, during which time I sustained myself with lunch consisting of a steady diet of Little Debbie and juice. The real irony here is that I always fell alseep during afternoon health class. Anyway, back to yesterday. While leaving for the day in a crowded elevator of current and potentially future colleagues, I was expressing my sensitivity to too much sugar and a coworker said, “Oh, so that must have been when I looked over and saw you leaning back in your chair staring at the ceiling and not paying attention.” Yes, and thank you.

You may already be on top of this but I only recently caught wind of it: an ongoing compelling conversation at Slate between Steve James (Hoop Dreams, Stevie) and Alex Kotlowitz (There Are No Children Here and The Other Side of the River) about this season’s The Wire, one that goes well beyond the “This show is the best show on television, it’s so authentic, etc” argument that we all already know to be true. (Writer David Mills jumps in as well with some insider info.) The first entry is here. A question they are unafraid to address is that of white people telling a story of Black America and, in turn, risking perpetuating the stereotype of poor, violent urban minority youth. There’s also some great Wire-related writing (and great writing in general) over at The House Next Door. Meanwhile, season 5 will possibly take on the press as a theme. I have no doubt that David Simon will knock that one out of the park. I can only hope it resonates.

In other exciting news, the Economist is blogging.

What are you still doing here? Go.

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