The Wander List

a daily guide to wanderlust in the city

Admire Fashion Plates at the Met May 19, 2009

Madame Gres evening gown, 1954

Madame Gres evening gown, 1954

There are so many reasons to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art this season. Just this week, Michelle Obama christened the new American wing, calling on the city to dismantle barriers between arts and the community (more on that later).

 

Of course, every change in New York has its critic. But a 12-year renovation has ushered in more sunlight, brightening up and airing out a corridor of statues and ceramics. On a recent visit, I found an artist using the natural light to sketch one of the statues. Imagine spending an entire day musing on one piece of art.

 

Speaking of muses, the Met emerged as a focal point for the fashion industry last week with the star-studded debut of its Model as Muse exhibit. It is modern, edgy and unexpected – well worth a trip.

 

Interesting enough, press who covered the First Lady’s visit fixated on fashion. ABC reported that Vogue Editor Anna Wintour, designer Ralph Lauren and model Iman attended, and Michelle wore a purple Isaac Mizrahi dress with metallic shoes. For a stitch-by-stitch recap, you need Women’s Wear Daily’s blog.

 

Model as Muse is a journey through fashion decades, exploring not only the looks but the models who inspired them. I loved the satin party frocks, wool jackets and refined femininity of the room devoted to the 1940s. 

I would die if I could come back and wear this dress, hang with these elephants.

 

Too bad pictures weren’t allowed, because there’s simply no way to describe the cut-out dresses of the ’60s room. Consider a mini dress with two holes removed for the goodies. Or a topless bathing suit with torso straps (not safe for work but pictured here).

Twiggy flaunted her midrift in the 60s. Others let it all hang out.

 

The ’70s display was all about working women, with wide-legs, oxford shirts and masculine poses. The ’80s and ’90s heralded the supermodel – you’re sure to remember the ad campaigns and magazine spreads featured here. The exhibit moves through grunge, Kate Moss, and the Eastern European aesthetic. All the while, Nirvana’s All Apologies and Marilyn Manson’s The Beautiful People blare over the sound systems. Super surprising and kinda cool.

My friend and I finished the day with our favorite ritual, 2:30 p.m. tea at the museum’s Petrie Cafe. It’s a little pricey, but the windowed view is perfect. A silver tray of cakes and sandwiches served with tea (English Breakfast, please) is the perfect fashion plate. You’ll leave hungry, but then again, you’ve just spent an hour looking at 90-pound models.

 

As for breaking down barriers between art and community? Let’s start with the price tag. A little known tip: many NYC museums, including the Metropolitan Museum of Art and American Museum of Natural History, suggest you donate $20 a ticket. But it is truly a donation and you can enter for free. So don’t let price deter you. I gathered up all the cash I had on me — $4 — and got in with no problem. This may be the best reason of all to hit up the Met.

 

Metropolitan Museum of Art

1000 Fifth Ave. at 82nd Street

New York, New York 10028-0198

Information: 212-535-7710

Hours:

Closed Mondays (Except Holiday Mondays)
Tuesday–Thursday: 9:30 a.m.–5:30 p.m.
Friday and Saturday: 9:30 a.m.–9:00 p.m.
Sunday: 9:30 a.m.–5:30 p.m.

Model as Muse: Embodying Fashion runs through August 9, 2009

 

Skip Celebrity Apprentice May 14, 2009

Speaking of fossils, the day after I visited the dinosaurs at the American Museum of Natural History, Joan Rivers showed up to win The Celebrity Apprentice finale.

 

<cymbal crash>

 

I can’t think of any other reason producers saw this lovely venue as a good fit for a reality TV show starring spoiled B-listers and a megalomaniac tycoon.

 

Not sure how much it cost NBC to broadcast the overindulgent, three-hour finale live from the museum Sunday. But TV trucks and event planners parked out front and worked every day for a week in preparation. At first, I guessed it was some blockbuster movie until a crew member said otherwise.

 

After the taping, black limos parked on side streets and the party let out for cocktails in the back foyer. Beneath a giant poster about climate change, the Donald set up a table with hundreds of copies of his latest book, Think Like a Champion: An Informal Education In Business and Life. An odd pairing indeed.

 
Maybe next season, the contestants will battle over the best way to stop Arctic ice melt?

 

Beware: Squid, Whale Seeing Other People May 14, 2009

Artist rendering of Inky and Old Blue together.

Artists have long been in love with the American Museum of Natural History.

 

Remember how Holden Caulfield takes comfort in the way the museum never changes? And how young Margot and Richie run away to live there in The Royal Tenenbaums? An entire movie was named after the squid and the whale exhibit. In the parting scene, the hero stares at the two titans locked in a terrible embrace and comes to the conclusion that life kinda sucks – but in a pretty and metaphorical way.

 

I understand the fascination, what with the building’s myriad windows, passageways and vaults, a repository for all earthly knowledge. While apartment hunting, I ignored the low square footage and incessant construction next-door because the museum is perfectly framed in my window. After a dutiful courtship, this weekend I bought a ticket to see what all the inspiration was about.

 

The Tenenbaum kids spend a night in the museum.

The Tenenbaum kids spend a night in the museum.

First, I checked out a series of ancient dioramas, featuring animals who were hunted in distant lands, dragged across the ocean, stuffed and posed in lifelike scenarios a century ago. “It’s like a zoo for lazy people,” Chris mused while standing beneath the elephant’s motionless trunk. A spooky, taxidermy zoo.

 

We soldiered on to the dinosaur exhibits, the most impressive. Real fossils and life-size casts bring to life all the dinos we learned about in school: Tyrannosaurus, Brontosaurus, Stegosaurus, Triceratops. I loved reading about the archaeologist superstars who hunted these old bones. I’m told that in the belly and attic of the museum, secret rooms house more fossils. There’s an entire room for whale bone storage.

 

The whale swims alone.

The whale swims alone.

We saved the star for last, heading to the Milstein Hall of Ocean Life to admire the giant squid and whale, and ponder the metaphor of two fake sea creatures doing battle, forever suspended above whiny kids and French tourists.

 

I was disappointed to realize that the life-size replicas of Inky and Old Blue hang in different rooms while the “clash of the titans” diorama is a separate, smaller artist’s rendering. Why not take a cue from the artist and string the squid up beside the 94-foot whale — the largest replica in the world?

 

It was such a puzzle that I later called the museum staff to inquire, and after a lengthy discussion amongst themselves, they concluded it was an issue of mechanics.

 

Apparently, the whale needs space. The usual story.

 

 
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