The jury is in on the new MOMA museum. And it’s thumbs up all the way.
One of my pictures of life in New York was realized on Wednesday evening at one of the opening celebrations for the new Museum of Modern Art (MOMA).
In my head, living in New York includes evening soirees all dressed up where looking at what’s on the walls is as interesting as looking at the people. That was certainly the case.
Apart from the fun of dressing up myself — silk jewel ruby skirt, deconstructed purple top with ruby lace accent and antique Chinese silk brocade jacket — there was so much to look at: real fox furs; latex, poured-on dresses with homocide-worthy heels; grand dames in pearls and Chanel. Oh yes, and then there was the art and the building itself.
And let’s just say that it is an astoundingly, georgeous building with wonderful volumes; an awe-inspiring, gracefully proportioned sculpture garden; signature cutouts; and a perfectly put together central gallery that is built to showcase two key pieces — Monet’s Waterlillies and Barnett Newman’s Broken Obelisk.
A divine experience — well worth the $20.00 admission, although I’ll gladly be using my membership card to full effect.