Looking
north from Sixth
Avenue and 9th Street. 1:30 PM. Washington
Square Arch. 6:50 PM. Photos: JH.
It was warm for an early January in New York yesterday. By late
afternoon (around five-thirty) I took the dogs out for a quick
stroll. The sun had just gone down and the evening sky with the
three quarter moon was still light, with the red streaks in the
sunset to the south and west. For a moment it seemed like there
was a whiff of spring in the air. I had to remind myself that it
was only the beginning of the second week of January. I must have
been dreaming.
Last night I went with JH down to Washington Square to cover the
Grey Art Gallery and the Fales Library of New York University opening
exhibition: The Downtown Show; the New York Art Scene 1974-1984.
I don’t get down there very much and am always amazed at
how enchanted I am by architecture and the ambience. I can never
pass through Washington Square without thinking of Henry
James’ The
Heiress, or the fact that Commodore Vanderbilt lived out his last
years until his death (149 years ago this week) in one of those
tall and wide brick townhouses that still line the northern part
of the square.
Before Vanderbilt’s time, the plot that became Washington
Square was a cemetery and a potters field where they also held
executions. In the mid-19th century, however, the area had become
the place to live for the city’s millionaires and finer families.
In 1889, marking the centennial of George Washington’s
inauguration as our first President, Stanford White designed
a temporary “triumphal
arch” in the Roman style. It was erected in the middle of
the avenue about a hundred feet north of the Park. It was made
of wood painted to simulate marble.
It was so popular as well as symbolizing the “entrance” to
Fifth Avenue that eventually a permanent marble arch was constructed
in 1892 and still stands today. Fifth Avenue ends, or rather begins
there, and in the first eight blocks are several landmarks from
those earliest days of the posh and newly developing avenue.
So
you see, last night’s brief trip evoked tremendous historical nostalgia. Meanwhile, the exhibition at the Grey Gallery
at 100 Washington Square evoked its own kind of nostalgia. The
place was packed with what used to be called “artistic
types.”
I was reminded of the late 60s when a childhood friend of mine,
fresh out of Yale School of Fine Arts had moved into a large
loft on Broadway and Canal to begin his artistic career. The
area had yet to be named SoHo but was burgeoning with art school
graduates “illegally” (they were not zoned for residential)
creating their farflung and spacious studios from the recently
former manufacturing lofts that populated that part of town.
At
the Grey Art Gallery of
New York University for The
Downtown Show; the New York Art Scene 1974-1984.
Interestingly,
to this eye, the costume of the denizens then was the same
as it is now – rustic, improvisational, thrift-shop
chic, used clothing of quality that holds up, worn and adorning
in such a way so as to identify the wearer’s professional
identity and creative commitment, while at the same time eschewing
any kind of uptown fashion convention.
1974 saw the enactment of the Loft Law which finally made it
legal for all of these artists to live in SoHo’s former
industrial spaces and so the golden hordes gathered – painters,
sculptors, photographers, musicians, performers, filmmakers,
and writers, drawn by the very low rents (yes, believe it or
not – my
friend’s 3,500 square foot loft with 20 foot ceilings
rented for $325 a month!).
The Downtown Show is organized in eight sections divided
between two NYU venues – the Grey and the Fales Library.
At the Grey are: Interventions, which examines how artists took their
art to the streets; Broken Stories – a fresh
look at the innovative and disjunctive narrative techniques
of Downtown writer,
visual artists, and filmmakers; The Portrait Gallery displaying
likenesses of Key Downtown denizens that create a collective
communal “portrait”; Sublime Time, exploring
the period’s search for the sublime in the wake of minimalism’s
reductive, formal beauty; Salon de Refuse, works referencing
Downtown detritus used to create a “trash culture"; and The Mock Shop, comprising
low-cost artist’s multiples,
fashions and accessories featured in “stores” that
sprung up in a number of influential Downtown shows.
At the Fales (which we did not see) are De-Signs, referencing
grafiti and presents artists’ use of advertising’s
shorthand signs and strategies; and Body Politics which
features art works concerned with sexuality and identity.
The exhibition concludes with Ronald Reagan’s re-election
and the rise of the East Village’s storefront art galleries.
The show was designed to demonstrate how this crucial decade
radically altered American art and culture. Viewing it, having
lived during that time, it is curious to see how the wildly
new, even radical, has settled into The Past.
Clockwise
from top left: A
Julian Schnabel sighting; A Jean-Michel Basquiat smock; Becky
Howland and Mimi Gross; Jack Goldstein, Untitled, 1981.
A
Mimi Gross installation
L.
to r.: Andre Walker, Coat, 1982 & Dress
for Cat-Pee-Scent, 1984; Keith
Haring, Day-glo
Tube Skirt, 1982; From Robert Longo's Men in
the City series.
Backs,
hats, and heads.
L.
to r.: Bill Cunningham glides by noticed; Friends
rejoice.
Brian
Glasser, Roberta Bayley, and Toni Elvas
Christopher
Mason
An
overview
L.
to r.: A Lynn Yaeger sighting; The crowd taking
one big cigarette break.
From
there we walked a couple of blocks up to the restaurant Otto (pronounced Oh-tow) where Knopf was holding a book party for
Los Angeles chef-restaurateur Suzanne Goin and
her new book Sunday Suppers at Lucques – her restaurant
in West Hollywood (at Melrose and La Cienega).
Click
image to order Sunday Suppers at Lucques: Seasonal
Recipes from Market to Table
One of the joys
in memory of living in Los Angeles was cooking. For people entertain
at home much more than they do here in New York. And very often much thought
and effort goes into their menus which frequently feature lots of fruits, vegetables
and pastas as well as fish and meats. Produce departments in California markets
are like shopping bazaars with brilliant and beautifully displayed fresh (and
often organic) fruits and vegetables – and often exotic ones to the Eastern
sensibility.
Suzanne Goin grew up in Southern California, the child of parents (especially
her father) who loved to cook and to entertain friends and family around a table
of abundance and creativity. She went to Brown for her BA but when she got out
she got a job working for the famous San Francisco chef Alice Waters (of
Chez Panisse) who revolutionized American cuisine. Waters has written a brief
introduction to the chef Goins and her West Hollywood restaurant. I quote briefly:
“When I take friends there, it’s like giving
them a wonderful gift. The ingredients they use at Lucques are
supremely well chosen and appropriate but never utterly obvious
which is what makes Suzanne’s creativity of a sort we ought
to prize. Recipe names such as Dungeness Crab Salad with Avocado,
Beets, Crème Fraiche and Lime; or Barbara’s Apples
and Asian Pears with Radicchio, Mint and Buttermilk Dressing
should tell you something about what you’ll find in these
pages: recipes for food that is truly a creation, in the best
sense of the word, but lacks any haughtiness.”
Simon
Doonan,
Suzanne Goin, Jonathan Adler, and Deb Hayes
The
book is a tribute to Goin’s father’s enthusiasm
for the same. It is full of references to her roots in the
world of cooking as well as fascinating information, tips and
recipes. You can almost taste the dishes as you read. And if
you’re like me, you kinda wish you could just go into
the kitchen and
get started on a magnificent repast.
There were lots of foodies paying court and tribute to the elegant chef from
West Hollywood, including Simon Doonan, Jonathan Adler, Jonathan Waxman (Restaurant
Barbutto), Tom Colicchio, Coleman Andrews fromSaveur, Sally
Singer, Valerie Steiker, and Jeffrey Steingarten from Vogue (and
Food Network), Tyler Florence, Jody Williams, Dana Cowin from Food & Wine, and Joe
Bastianich (from restaurant Felidia).
From
Mastro Batali says so, it's gotta be the truth
Exiting
Otto
From
Otto we walked a few blocks more up Fifth, that
part of which is also rich with architectural references
to 19th century New York, such as the First Presbyterian
Church, was which built in 1846 on the west side of the
avenue between 11th and 12th streets and is still standing.
One block south, on 10th is The Episcopal Church of the
Ascension, built in 1841. When that church was redecorated
in 1888-89, Stanford White designed the new chancel, Augustus
Saint Gaudens created the angelic figures, Maitland
Armstrong, a stained-glass artist provided mosaics,
the church’s most important work, a painting of the
Ascension was executed by John La Farge.
Also on Fifth and 8th stands a luxury apartment building called the Brevoort.
In the 1840s, the hotel of the same name was built on that plot which belonged
to the Brevoorts, a very old New York family who also owned a lot of acreage
in the area.
By the beginning of the 20th century when nearby Greenwich Village was beginning
to flourish as an art community, the Brevoort’s basement café was
a popular hangout for Edna St. Vincent Millay, Isadora Duncan, Eugene
O'Neill, and John Dos Passos.
Actors from the local Provincetown Playhouse (for which O’Neill wrote)
would save for a month for one exquisite meal at the Brevoort. Theodore
Dreiser, who lived in the Village often lunched there. Nathaniel
West, author of Miss Lonelyhearts and Day of the Locusts lived
there from 1935 to 1936, as did James T. Farrell when he was
writing The Young Manhood of Studs Lonergan. The hotel came down
in 1953 to be replaced by the present structure.
Norma
Kamali and Stephen Sprouse designs
Across
the street is one of the buildings of Parson School of
Design (part of The New School University).
Over there last night was the opening of their first exhibition
to explore the same Downtown period in 20th Century American
Design. This exhibition examines the interior, furniture,
fashion and graphics design produced in the City from 74
through 84. Called Anarchy to Affluence: Design in
New York 1974-1984, it will be on view at the Arnold
and Sheila Aronson Galleries at 66 Fifth from today until
April 2nd.
“The mid-1970s to mid-1980s were a time of anxiety and uncertainty in New
York – the city experienced economic crises, crime levels peaked and the
very first cases of AIDS were detected,” said Christopher Mount,
director of the exhibition. Many of the artists and designers of that time who
were considered avant-garde are now mainstream, so great was their impact on
American popular culture.
We ran into Judy Auchincloss who opened the first high-tech
furniture and accessories store – called Ad Hoc – in 1976 on Lexington
and 64th (later moved downtown). Two women who were doing a book on the design
phenomenon and who also worked for New York magazine at the time – Joan
Kron and Suzanne Slesin, happened to come into the
store on the second day it was opened. It was perfect for their project and
perfect for the magazine edit, and so they did a piece in New York on
the place. That immediately turned Ad Hoc into one of the hottest design stores
in the City. A real New York story. The store stayed in business in 2002. Last
night Kron and Slesin were also there and JH got a picture of the three women
together for the exhibition, with their book and with some of the merchandise
that Judy Auchincloss sold in her store – now collector’s items.
Again, it was interesting to peruse the exhibit with awareness in memory of
the times in which these designs were avant-garde, far-out, what have you.
I was quite proud of the fact that I recognized Norma Kamali’s
creations and recalled the hipness of the store called Parachute. It is also
a reflection of a time that even in retrospect was not so innocent and was
imbued with lurking shades of darkness, much of which remains with us.
The exhibit at Parsons begins with the birth of Punk, both as a rebellious
style and form of music. The creative spirit of the City’s artists rose
out of economically harsh times when the City teetered on bankruptcy and we
were all used to seeing a lot of homeless people encamped on the pavement almost
everywhere. It was also a time in which the Sexual Revolution was going full
throttle, where all rules and customs were being trashed and desecrated, and
often with the assistance of excessive drug use. It was a wild time that changed
everything (and for good, despite the reactionary embellishments), but characteristic
of New York, it was a time rich in creativity and change, all of which is now
celebrated in these exhibitions at Parsons and NYU. Have look; you’ll
be fascinated and stimulated too.