I love piping on a shirt. It feels so French to me, probably because of that knack the Fnch have for making special. A certain attention to detail. Every meal is an event, every shopping excursion, every…well, pretty much everything. You can have a plain white shirt, which is cool and elegant in and of itself, and then you can have a white shirt with a slight edge. The designer Agnes B excels ar this sort of thing. I excelled at it when I was a child enrolled at a private school on the Upper East Side. We had a uniform, a pinafore, and with that pinafore I wore a series of white shirts, all carefully chosen by my exacting mother, all with Peter Pan collars edged in red or some other primary color. To match the uniform, of course.
While I wouldn’t call myself delusional, I think it’s fair to say that I have an active fantasy life. So when I first learned that Michelle Williams was dating Jason Segel, I have to admit that I was a little disappointed.
Last week my mother sent me this article about the artist Man Ray. In it, Man Ray is quoted as telling a curator, “It’s the subject alone that makes the interest of the photograph.” I didn’t have this idea at the forefront of my mind when I went to the opening of the Wilhelm Sasnal show at Anton Kern, but it did occur to me after I reviewed the photographs I took there.
Fashion Week has a funny way of blotting out anything that doesn’t have to do with Fashion Week, at least for the small group of people for whom fashion is a passion, an obsession, a [insert your adjective of choice here]. But just before the madness began, I did get myself to the opening of the Benjamin Senior show at James Fuentes. The work manages to be lush and languid, even though the subjects are generally in motion, stretching, swimming, diving, doing hot yoga. The colors are rich–you could drown in them, something I really like–and I suspect it’s because Senior paints with egg tempera, which is laborious and painstaking, a fact I learned by reading Margaret Atwood’s Cat’s Eye. Anyway, the show is up until March 1, so if you’re organized, you can still catch it. I encourage you to do so.
Benjamin Senior at James Fuentes Gallery, 55 Delancey Street between Allen and Eldridge. Open Wednesday-Sunday, 11-6.
New York Fashion Week ended yesterday, and I am so tired I don’t know what to do with myself.
What is love?