amateriat said:
PM me when you hit town. I have a somewhat full plate this weekend, but you never know.
Very gracious of you, sir. Would have done so had I seen your post while I was there, but I had no comms whatsoever. Hotel was a WiFi blackout zone. Laptop served as ballast.
Saw the show. Saw everything they had.
The Cartier-Bresson exhibit was...good, content-wise. Almost totally spoiled by how it was hung, though; I'm 5'-8" or thereabouts, and I had to stoop to see the lower panels. Real pain in the neck. The curator should be shouted at, in public. (If someone gets me his/her name, I'll make an appointment and do it.) Dumb-headedness.
The best parts of it, for me, were seeing a couple of familiar pictures in the flesh, and the 18-minute film. The film was just
killer. Wonderful little insights, and pictures, lots of pictures, bright and big enough to see.
Trawled the rest of the pictures they had up, while I was there:
The big platinum portraits in the café downstairs... they're okay, a little soft in the eyes, but go, go,
GO to see the portrait of Cindy Sherman. It's just gorgeous. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to
steal it.
The Louise Brooks exhibit turned my crank, for its plain good high-contrast aesthetic. My kind of glamour shots.
The "New Acquisitions" alcove, off to one side in the basement... There's a GREAT Ralph Meatyard picture of a little kid. Not masked; he doesn't
have to be. Kudos to whomever donated or decided to buy that print. Monster shot.
Back upstairs...the Martin Munkacsi exhibit simply blew my freakin' mind. His name was familiar, but I couldn't have described a picture. Oh, boy. I sure can now. The picture of the "motorcyclist going through the puddle" alone was worth my trip to Manhattan. The rest was, like, bonus lottery jackpot winnings. Holy Crap. This man had an eye, for real. I bought the 65-dollar book, and giggled at the bargain I was getting.
IF you are within easy striking distance of midtown Manhattan, and have never been to this place before, go. Go now. Twelve bucks, well spent.