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do you recognize this woman?
Apr. 11th, 2004 02:10 pmWent to the Neue with my parents today. We ate in the little German cafe there and I had to instruct my parents on the finer points of European table settings while my father decided to be intentionally gauche. It's a long and not very interesting story. I spent most of the time staring out the window and cheering on the guy who took 20 minutes to park a tiny car in a big space between two SUVs. "Come on, come on, hit the Tacoma again."
Then we went to the galleries, which I found fairly interesting for someone who doesn't care for most painting. They had a room of photos of the artists, which I appreciated, and it was interesting to watch the mix of visitors which seemed to be Germans, and then Americans who seemed moderately embarassed or unsure of the appropriateness of their interest in German art.
The museum currently has a large collection of work by Egon Schiele, who was known primarily for his erotic (and I do mean erotic) nudes of both men and women. His work is generally disturbing, and his images, particularly of men, have a ghostly, haunted look. I'm oddly fond of some of his portairs of Max Oppenheimer.
At any rate, there was a minor Schiele work there (which is mostly considered minor for not being nude or masturbating, one would imagine), a portrait of some random woman named Elisabeth Lederer that looked exactly like me. Like every facial proportion, down to the smirk in my headshot. Of course, after looking in about twenty Schiele books, and all of the Internet, I can't find a picture of it anywhere, which is quite irritating. But it's seriously weird. Weirder even than the Romaine Brooks stuff. UPDATED: here she is: http://digilander.libero.it/webpainter/megaschiele/lederer.htm
Been listening to The Stars We Are Nearly constantly. What's interesting to me about it is both how evocative it is of when I first acquired it in 1989, and how much it isn't. Unlike many albums I liked in high school it is neither darity dark dark nor tied to any particular crush or woe. Listening to it now, it fits in so oddly with who I am currently, as well as who I was then, and it makes so many recent interests seem less sudden. Among other things it's very earnest while also containing the last recording Nico ever did and laughing its ass off about all of it. It's hard to explain.
I will note that I can't recall my high school yearbook quote, but the following from this album was in the running (and may have even won): "And if one day I don't wake up remember I was good upon reflection, and if I say they was a fool, be cool, but demand correction." But you have to hear it to get how fun and sincere and oddly not jejune the song is. At the end of it, and I had forgotten this is "But sometimes dear my heart's my own, I don't wish to exclude you or distress you." If that had been my high school year book quote, if I had remembered it at all, my life would have been a lot different, a lot sooner. Certainly, I think any number of my insanities can be traced ot the fact that this album features a song entitled Kept Boy.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
Then we went to the galleries, which I found fairly interesting for someone who doesn't care for most painting. They had a room of photos of the artists, which I appreciated, and it was interesting to watch the mix of visitors which seemed to be Germans, and then Americans who seemed moderately embarassed or unsure of the appropriateness of their interest in German art.
The museum currently has a large collection of work by Egon Schiele, who was known primarily for his erotic (and I do mean erotic) nudes of both men and women. His work is generally disturbing, and his images, particularly of men, have a ghostly, haunted look. I'm oddly fond of some of his portairs of Max Oppenheimer.
At any rate, there was a minor Schiele work there (which is mostly considered minor for not being nude or masturbating, one would imagine), a portrait of some random woman named Elisabeth Lederer that looked exactly like me. Like every facial proportion, down to the smirk in my headshot. Of course, after looking in about twenty Schiele books, and all of the Internet, I can't find a picture of it anywhere, which is quite irritating. But it's seriously weird. Weirder even than the Romaine Brooks stuff. UPDATED: here she is: http://digilander.libero.it/webpainter/megaschiele/lederer.htm
Been listening to The Stars We Are Nearly constantly. What's interesting to me about it is both how evocative it is of when I first acquired it in 1989, and how much it isn't. Unlike many albums I liked in high school it is neither darity dark dark nor tied to any particular crush or woe. Listening to it now, it fits in so oddly with who I am currently, as well as who I was then, and it makes so many recent interests seem less sudden. Among other things it's very earnest while also containing the last recording Nico ever did and laughing its ass off about all of it. It's hard to explain.
I will note that I can't recall my high school yearbook quote, but the following from this album was in the running (and may have even won): "And if one day I don't wake up remember I was good upon reflection, and if I say they was a fool, be cool, but demand correction." But you have to hear it to get how fun and sincere and oddly not jejune the song is. At the end of it, and I had forgotten this is "But sometimes dear my heart's my own, I don't wish to exclude you or distress you." If that had been my high school year book quote, if I had remembered it at all, my life would have been a lot different, a lot sooner. Certainly, I think any number of my insanities can be traced ot the fact that this album features a song entitled Kept Boy.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
