Today we actually went to a museum rather than just buying sheets and other necessities at Jack's 99cents store and taking the dogs to Jemmy's Dog Run at Madison Square Park (which are both wonderful in their own ways, don't get me wrong - especially MSP right now with the Jaume Plensa sculpture).
Took the #6 up to the Met to see the Alexander McQueen exhibition (click on Selected Objects and Video to get a taste - and if you can go, GO) which far exceeded my expectations. Partly because I really didn't know what to expect, and partly because when I first saw the line, I wanted to turn right around and return on a less crowded day. But the line moved fast and so we waited, in a gallery of paintings and sculptures that, due to popularity of the exhibition and the need for crowd control, had become a mere hallway to wait in line in to get to the McQueen. Most people, including myself, weren't really giving the art its due.
This poor teenage kid was so tired from waiting in line, and so concerned about carpal tunnel from playing a video game on his iPhone, that he was forced to lean his arm against the plinth of a beautiful marble bust. And no, his friend is not admiring said bust by photographing it with her iPhone. She, too, is playing a video game. They did interact with each other, once, to report on what island they had gotten to. The woman in the painting looks on in horror, but frozen in oil and time, she can only murmur silently, "Kids these days."
