I am in New York for a few days as the guest of a member of the Constantian Order of St George for their investiture, to see an opera, and have some R&R in the galleries of the Met. I’ll have some Masses too.
The Met, by the way, has changed its logo, etc. I don’t like it. First, they got rid of the metal pins, the thieves, and went to adhesive tags. Now this.
Here is a lovely Ancient Greek Attic red-figure wine-chiller called a psykter. It is sort of mushroom shaped. It is a great example of function defining form with balanced decorations.
It dates to about 520 BC.
As it moved the dolphins would seem to swim. Nifty.
Also going on now is an Exhibit of the French portrait painter Elizabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun who was active for about 50 years and died in 1842. She was a favorite of the court, especially the unpopular Marie Antoinette and she had to flee when the terror of the Revolution started. She worked in Rome, Naples, Vienna and St Petersburg. I have to admit that she’s got game, even though she was mainly limited to portraits, mostly – but not exclusively – of women. She must have had a knack for keeping her sitters engaged and entertained. They never look stiff or uncomfortable.
Here is a pastel self portrait in traveling clothes she made when she fled Paris in a harrowing coach ride with. according to her memoirs, a evil-smelling criminal who described having killed people she happened to know. She doesn’t look much at peace.
Also, to make up for the lack of The Feeder Feed, have some birds… from 18th c. Germany.
The song comes tomorrow in the form of Donizetti.
Lunch yesterday: Chinese – some spicy lamb and cumin.
Oops photo didn’t save. Well, you know what these look like. Maybe I’ll get another on the way out. It’s a good cause because the cart supports a wounded Marine.
I’m always sad when I have to leave the Met. Almost as sad as this little 15th c. alabaster Catalan guy.
Having abandoned my comfy black BDU for the black suit, vest, links and dressier shoes, I was out for my next round of obligations.
After singing a Missa Cantata using the Votive Mass for Jesus the High and Eternal Priest, I went to my event. It was nice to have had the “High Mass”, since Card. McCarrick was at the other Mass… if you get my drift.
My host and I eventually left the reception and headed for a late supper. Along the way…
Now, as I ready myself for Morpheus, my dogs are seriously barking. I went from these, to these. The one pair, with Foxfire socks, I can wear and walk in all day, every day, stand in museums, trudge and dash as I need. They don’t slip on slick or oily surfaces. I’ve broken ankles doing stuff, so the one pair is really helpful. These others… whew.
I haven’t often wanted custom made shoes, but today?…. damn.