east haarlem, nyc
I don't think I could ever see too much art, well, at least in nyc. carmel or laguna beach are quite different stories. ::the glitter + doom exhibit at metmuseum, along with seeing soderbergh's the good german, rekindled my 1987 fascination with interwar european history. in the autumn of that year, I had a visiting prof. who sounded like ian mcculloch + did my term paper on vichy. I never did manage to see the sorrow + the pity, despite said prof. recommending I do so + the reference to it in w. allen's manhattan. I remember seeing photos of shopsigns with prices in tausend milliarden, depicting the rampant inflation + earlier in the year kcet was screening berlin alexanderplatz, so gloriously dreary + chronicling how hard life could be in weimar deutschland. ::in the good german, the lena brandt character reminded me of some of the pieces in the exhibition--how people did what they could to get by. this begs the question for me of how this affected a national culture, as well as how "terrorism" {i.e., reactions to it--real, imagined, or manufactured.} is changing ours? ::seeing those pieces at metmuseum was quite transformational for me--as was the hopper exhibit at the whitney--so full of brooding juxtapositions. btw:otto dix rocks.
rechtsanwalt dr. fritz glaser mit familie
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