Yesterday I went to see the Diane Arbus exhibition at the V&A (I seem to remember
cjbroz complaining about Diane Arbus' recent ubiquity, but decided that I didn't want to end up regretting missing another special exhibition).
It was good, and included a decent amount of background material and so on which helped you appreciate the process behind it. Being a New Yorker, it had an additional resonance for me--it's my home, my place. I also have an inexplicable affection/nostalgia for the New York I never knew, the postwar era that's so often looked down on today. I have no idea why, other than it being the city I saw on television when I was little.
(Ah ha - I thought this exhibit looked familiar - it WAS at the Met when I was in New York last spring. Don't know why I didn't see it then, as it was probably included in the admission price and wouldn't have required these damn special tickets that annoy the hell out of me. Especially as the V&A charged an extra £1.40 for online booking, which is effectively required for peak times.)
I also had a look at the fashion section, which confirmed my opinion that fashion began to die around 1962 and has become increasingly focused on being bizarre for its own sake. Not that I actually wish to go back 50 years in most respects (and even in fashion there were mishaps, 1950s brassieres are just wrong) but the clothes were classier and high-end fashion was more interested in looking beautiful rather than being outrageous. It's a shame I'm not thinner (and shorter, 5'8" women were much less common then) as I can't get away with "vintage".
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It was good, and included a decent amount of background material and so on which helped you appreciate the process behind it. Being a New Yorker, it had an additional resonance for me--it's my home, my place. I also have an inexplicable affection/nostalgia for the New York I never knew, the postwar era that's so often looked down on today. I have no idea why, other than it being the city I saw on television when I was little.
(Ah ha - I thought this exhibit looked familiar - it WAS at the Met when I was in New York last spring. Don't know why I didn't see it then, as it was probably included in the admission price and wouldn't have required these damn special tickets that annoy the hell out of me. Especially as the V&A charged an extra £1.40 for online booking, which is effectively required for peak times.)
I also had a look at the fashion section, which confirmed my opinion that fashion began to die around 1962 and has become increasingly focused on being bizarre for its own sake. Not that I actually wish to go back 50 years in most respects (and even in fashion there were mishaps, 1950s brassieres are just wrong) but the clothes were classier and high-end fashion was more interested in looking beautiful rather than being outrageous. It's a shame I'm not thinner (and shorter, 5'8" women were much less common then) as I can't get away with "vintage".