The Meadowlands nosebleeds must be closer than our seats at the Met

I’m kind of torn about my experience with Don Giovanni.  Even in the weeks leading up to it I was of two different minds—up until about last Friday or so, I was completely dreading it and I was sure I would loathe it.  To be fair to the opera, though, that was partially because my roommate is an opera singer and is Always.  Playing.  Opera.  Music.  But I digress; I’m not here to talk about my roommate problems!  I’m here to talk about opera problems!

My main complaint about opera is that it’s just not accessible to everyday people, and not just because it’s the strange combination of a poorly told story with beautiful music.  I mean, Mamma Mia is a story poorly told through Abba songs, but you don’t need to know Abba to at least like what you’re seeing (not that I think Abba music is beautiful in any way, but you know what I mean).  We actually needed to prepare to see Don Giovanni—I kind of think that theater shouldn’t require you to read the summary of the performance beforehand in order to understand what’s going on.  If you could go on Wikipedia and read the summary for free and understand more than someone who read no summary and paid over $100 to see the actual performance, I would say that we have a problem.

Now, that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the performance—for the most part, I did.  I definitely enjoyed the first act and invested a lot of energy in reading all the subtitles and watching the performers, but I was kind of burned out by the time the second act rolled around.  I found myself studying the shading on the doors of the set rather than paying attention to what was going on with the story.  I thought the singers were all very good, particularly the young lady who played the peasant girl whose name started with a Z…but that brings me to another problem—the characters themselves!  Their names are barely mentioned more than three times throughout the entire opera!  Sure, Giovanni and Anna are easy enough to remember, but I found myself forgetting the more complicated names almost as soon as they were sung (or flashed across my little screen).  I also found it impossible to tell Giovanni and Leporello apart from where we were sitting, because you couldn’t tell who was singing and their costumes were too similar.  One of them should have had a more distinct costume, for the sake of the people sitting where we were.  I didn’t have a problem with any of the other costumes, though; in fact, I really, really liked the peasants’ costumes.  Their earth tones coordinated beautifully with the set, which used the same palette of colors (even though, as I think Alyssa pointed out, they might have been a bit too fancy for peasants).  While I’m mentioning the set, I also thought that was beautiful and creative.  Whoever designed it had a great idea to make it be able to move and easily create different scenes.

Now comes the answer to the big question—was Don Giovanni successful in appealing to a younger generation of operagoers?  Honestly, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I would have to say that the answer is no.  Even though I enjoyed the whole experience of doing something only rich people do (Kayde and I had a discussion on that monstrous line to the bathroom about how we had never seen so much velvet), and I also enjoyed the beautiful singing and exquisite score, I honestly don’t think I would ever pay to see another opera on my own just for the heck of it.  It’s just too expensive and too lengthy for me to become a frequent operagoer.  Even my roommate, who lives and dies by opera, told me it’s impossible for her to go as often as she would like because she just can’t afford it.

To answer the final question, I would say that the Metropolitan Opera definitely represents that fantasy side of New York (although I get the feeling that Eric would classify it as a nightmare).  I completely agree with Sylvia’s comparison of the New York of the opera to the New York of Manhattan—I could definitely see Woody Allen and Diane Keaton having a pseudointellectual conversation about Don Giovanni.  I kind of feel like right now would be a good moment to make a pun about fantasy/nightmare and Giovanni getting sucked into hell, but I think I’ve finally run out of steam.  Kind of like Don Giovanni itself.

 

 

 

 

But wait– BOOM! FIRE! SMOKE! I’M GETTING SUCKED INTO OPERA HELLLLLLL!

…sorry, did I just wake you up from your nap?

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Yup, six dollars.

Believe it or not, I did actually spend six dollars on a brownie. Was it worth it? Absolutely. It may have been the best brownie I’ve ever had. Sprinkled with powdered sugar and filled with large chocolate chips I could not have asked for anything better. ALRIGHT. I feel much better now that I got that out of the way.

Back to the Opera. I’m seriously still borderline considering whether or not I enjoyed my time there. The first act had me genuinely interested in what Don Giovanni had done and where it would lead him. There’s something about cheating man-whores that had my eyes open for at least 85% of the first act. The convenience of the subtitles was something I could not have done without. I tried for a little to just focus on the stage and try to understand through their actions what was going on, but I invariably failed. As soon as the curtain actually opened I was impressed with the set. It was so intricate! The way the windows all opened and the building itself could be split apart and used as a plaza. I won’t lie, I was impressed. Unfortunately, I stopped being impressed with the first act there. The costumes were dim and I kept confusing Don Giovanni and Leporello (I think that’s his name). When the common people were dancing around because of an engagement, I didn’t think their costumes constituted the poor. I felt that the Leporello was part of that crowd but his clothes were significantly more fitting.

Intermission. I think I had the most fun of all during the intermission. I happily enjoyed my brownie and didn’t wait for 20 minutes on line for the ladie’s room. In fact, I was able to people watch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many condescending stares in my life. I was waiting on line for food just like them, so I’m not quite sure what I did wrong. I even got cut on line but a woman with her nose so high in the air it’s possible she didn’t even see me. Rather than getting frustrated, I laughed. It was quite enjoyable seeing these people thinking they were better than me. I could’ve told them that I was there for free and didn’t pay a ridiculously outrageous price to not understand a thing the actors were saying BUT I held that bit in. (:

Back to the Opera. I will admit that I slept through most of act two. Prof. Healey should be able to vouch for this considering my head almost slipped onto her a shoulder an obscene amount of times. My attention was finally caught when flames spewed from the stage floor. Wow, kinnnnnda cool if you ask me.

I do think that the opera was affective in attracting a younger audience. I could’ve thoroughly enjoyed it if I had an energy drink before I came. I think that I may need to see more operas to truly form an opinion, but in all honesty I think it was quite an interesting show (minus the second act). Referring to the second question on whether this relates to “NY: Fantasy or Nightmare,” I couldn’t form an opinion. The story itself had no connection to anything we’ve been reading or watching in class. Taking into consideration the silly amount of money I would’ve spent on a ticket otherwise, I’d say the opera is a nightmare. The company isn’t exactly welcoming and the view is sort of horrible. From afar it may seem a fantasy of the rich and famous, but it really isn’t worth it.

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Singing! Oh yeah, and there’s people down there…. *squint*

First off, WOW!! The voices of those singers were giving me chills all throughout the performance.  As a lover of the style of song, I was blown away.

Now let me say I had many reservations about the experience as a whole. I absolutely loved the opera house, with its velvet walls and handrails, its well-lit atrium, and its especially stunning chandeliers. I’m all for dressing up and going out, so this was really fun for me.

Now on the issue of the show.  Honestly, I thought the plot was really boring, a story I’ve heard before.  An insensitive, heartless “player” of a man goes around deceiving people and eventually his awful deeds catch up to him.  I was so disgusted by the things he was saying and how careless he was toward everyone else.  And his former lover, Elvira I think her name was, who both hated and loved him at the same time was getting on my nerves.  I mean, come on, he’s cheated on you LITERALLY a thousand times and you still love him? I wanted to slap her; she was really making me angry.

Having the subtitles there was not the most convenient because even though it allowed me to understand what was going on, I could only look at them or the stage because of the way they were placed.  Also, the placement of our seats was not the most enjoyable.  I found it very hard to follow the story when I couldn’t see who was singing.  As for their costumes and the set, I cannot say much; I could barely see their color.  It frustrated me that I could not look at the actors’ faces, to see if they were emoting what they were singing or if they looked like they were doing this for the money.  Soon enough, I gave up on my frustration and directed my focus to the singing and the orchestra.

I don’t think this opera was successful with any of the young viewers because it didn’t engage them enough.  If the sound were louder so that it may completely encompass the audience, it would have eliminated a lot of distractions.  If there were brighter colors and more lighting, then maybe I could have actually seen what was going on down there.  Maybe they do that because overwhelming the senses would be too much to handle for the older people? I don’t know, but I was not into it at all. There was little movement besides walking around (except in the two dancing scenes), which tends to get boring. (*Side Note: Their not jumping around is quite understandable because the difficulty of how they’re singing requires much energy from the body.  They cannot take away from the virtuosity of the singing to make room for movements.) If this performance were compared to a Broadway show, Broadway would most definitely get the young viewers and it probably does.  There is more to engage with in a show on Broadway; everything is louder in terms of sound, color, costumes, people, and storyline.  Everything is made to pop at the audience and allow them to relate.  But how is a teen going to relate to 18th or 19th century living? The cultural context is not there, so I, for one, was completely isolated from it.

As for the high life, I could definitely see them there.  I received many dirty looks from my fellow audience members; they were a mixture of surprise and disgust at my age and the fact that I was attending an opera.  During intermission, I went to use the restroom and some of the older ladies were completely and utterly horrified at the length of the line while I was just like, hey, you haven’t seen the lines at Splish-Splash, at least this one’s moving quickly.  I also got a particularly dirty look from a “gentleman” as I was trying to get to my seat and he had to stand so I could pass. Um, ok? I guess I’m not sophisticated enough to earn your chivalry? That part of the night was not fun.

To people that came “dressed to the nines” ready to buy drinks and mingle (on a Monday night?), this part of New York is a glittering fantasy; this is what they are used to, this is normal New York.  It mirrored Woody Allen’s stories in Manhattan perfectly and just like the movie, managed to disgust me.  Those of the highlife, like the founders of the Metropolitan Opera itself, get this image when someone says New York, the image of velvet walls and shiny stuff.  Most of the people I know, which apparently is middle class and below, get the image of hardship and toil.  For them enjoying New York is a walk through Times Square or window-shopping down 5th Ave.  They can only merely glance and admire what those of “high” stature have at their fingertips everyday.  Our being at this opera showed perfectly the clash of higher and lower and it was really amusing to watch.

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Vorrei parlare italiano!

I’m going to start with a pretty controversial opinion: I actually enjoyed the opera. Were there times when it got repetitive? Sure. Was it a bit too long? You betcha! But overall, I had a great experience.

Walking into the theater was overwhelming. Gorgeous lighting fixtures were all over, the walls were velvet, and everyone was so well dressed. But in a way, that was part of the excitement. You got to feel like a part of the New York elite. Sure, we didn’t pay for our tickets, and we couldn’t afford the champagne, but no one else had to know that. We got to play the part of being cultured, upper class teens for a night.

Now I have to admit, the show wasn’t exactly “user friendly.” It was extremely hard to see the stage from where we were to begin with, but trying to read the subtitles simultaneously made it almost impossible. It was hard to tell who was speaking, and so it was hard to keep track of conversations, especially when there was a crowd of actors on stage.  I had no idea what the characters actually looked like until I was able to use binoculars. (Thanks Aamir!)

Despite the confusion, I still managed to follow the story. In fact, the whole time I was just thinking about the article we had read about modernizing operas. I had a clear vision of a movie coming out with the Don Giovanni plot applied to a high school setting. A “player” being haunted by one of his old conquests. Sure, there are some pieces I still have to work out (like Donna Anna’s father’s ghost) but I think it could be great. However I have a feeling the idea wouldn’t be met with excitement from the opera community.

It wasn’t just the plot that interested me though. While the set was not exactly vibrant, I thought the way it worked was extremely cool. I loved that two large structures were able to transform into so many settings. Oddly enough, the costumes were also pretty demure. Most outfits were neutral colors: tan, brown, beige, and the occasional white. For a show with people sitting so far away, I assumed the costumes would be more distinctive to help people keep the characters straight. This was partially true, as Donna Anna wore black and a veil, and Donna Elvira wore nicer, shinier clothing than the other women, but for the most part, the characters were hard to tell apart. Weirdly, the most insignificant characters, the women at Don Giovanni’s table in Act II, had the most interesting and intricate costumes. I guess they were able to have more color and pattern because they were more “promiscuous” characters.

While I really enjoyed the show, I don’t think it did a good job of appealing to a young audience. As we always hear, today’s youth have a rather short attention span making the three and a half hour show in a foreign language not a top choice of night activity. When I heard we were going to the opera, I was dreading it. I really thought it was going to be a waste of time. I think most teens are the same, and would not go to the opera if it wasn’t mandatory. Additionally, most teens do not have the money to spend on opera tickets. I think in order to sustain the art form financially, the opera has to attract the younger generation before the older one dies off. (sorry to be morbid) Perhaps offering free or discounted tickets and giving a quick synopsis of the story before the show (even in the program!) would help draw in the younger crowd.

I think the opera shows the “New York Fantasyland.” It’s what everyone dreams of. Dressing up in tuxes and ball gowns, drinking expensive champagne, mingling with other posh people. The reason people come to New York is to “make it,” to somehow make tons of money doing what they love. I think the opera has become the ultimate indicator of wealth, and so the sign that you’ve officially “made it.”

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SoHo: Home of the Arts

Having been assigned SoHo, I had an idea of what I would be walking into. I was even excited to an extent, even though I knew this wasn’t a shopping spree but rather a scholarly project in hunt of the neighborhood’s art.  I never visited SoHo before, so I was obviously creating images and an atmosphere of the neighborhood in my head. The area would be loaded with tons of unaffordable shopping centers, with large glass windows that displayed mannequins wearing rich fur and leather I could never afford to touch.  Girls would be walking with numerous branded shopping bags, dressed fancy on a casual day just because they could. If I were lucky enough, maybe I’d spot a celebrity too. It is SoHo, after all, I thought to myself.

After doing some research, I learned that the word SoHo was an acronym for South of Houston Street. What a shameful New Yorker I was, I didn’t even know that. I officially told myself that I could NEVER be a tour guide of New York City. With a crumbled spirit, I continued on my research journey of SoHo. I learned that the neighborhood had much more to offer than boutiques and chain stores. SoHo was rich in art as well, as it consisted of many art galleries and artists’ lofts.  The most interesting fact about this neighborhood is that SoHo is a symbol of economic, cultural, political, and architectural gentrification. Perhaps, this was one of the reasons Professor Healey chose the certain neighborhoods that she did. For the better or for the worst, all of them had been gentrified over the course of many years.

SoHo fulfilled my expectations on many levels. I walked out of the subway to find myself in a very commercial area. The streets were occupied with numerous stores, as large branded posters and advertisements filled the billboards. As I made my way to the heart of SoHo, I was struck by its unique architecture. The old fashioned Neo-Grec buildings in this neighborhood were very different from the modern themed glass buildings in other areas of Manhattan. Considering the wealth and fashion of SoHo, and thus the modernism of the neighborhood in that sense, why didn’t this place have tall glass skyscrapers and fancy condominiums?  Reinard’s research was useful here, and he informed our group that SoHo was famous for its cast-iron architecture. In fact, it consisted of the largest collection of cast-ion facades in the world! The architectural form roots back to the Industrial Revolution, when cast iron was cheaper to use than stone or brick. As an unauthentic tourist, I was still in hunt of art amidst the streets of SoHo. It was only after our third interview, did I manage to see art in the architecture of these buildings. Our third interviewee was a German tourist, who sat outside a café, despite the painfully freezing temperature. The very style with which he was sitting and staring at the neighborhood, hinted at the appreciation he held for the city. During the entire interview, he emphasized the magnificent architecture of SoHo and how he had never encountered something like it. Neither Europe nor other areas of Manhattan consisted of the architectural beauty that the buildings of SoHo entailed.  Another unique and old-fashioned feature of this neighborhood was the narrow streets lined with small boutiques. I felt like I was roaming in the dark streets of a European city.


 

 


 

Moving on to “actual art”, our group as lucky enough to get into an art gallery of the abstract expressionist, Robert Kobayashi. His artwork was fascinating in that it was all made of ceiling tin.  This sort of reminded me of Anthony Caro, who used steal chunks to create artistic sculptures. Our interview with the gallery’s in-charge was very interesting, because she touched on many valuable topics. Not only did she inform us about other art galleries in SoHo, she talked about the history of the neighborhood and its street art as well. Robert Kobayashi chose to put his art gallery in SoHo because he had been living there since the 1970s.  Over time, the neighborhood shifted from a “drug haven” to an artistic Utopia, mentioned the interviewee.  GENTRIFICATION, my silent brain screamed out. Along with the change came street art such as graffiti, which the interviewee considered exciting. She mentioned the famous street artist James Delavega, who draws on the ground and writes inspirational messages. Perhaps, all the artwork of this neighborhood was created to convey a message.  The ability to understand the message was in the hands of the neighborhood residents. They could either marvel the artwork like most people, or they can devote their time to figure out the meaning behind it.

Finding art in the streets of SoHo wasn’t a difficult task at all. We were greeted by graffiti and wall art on almost every block. Decorating walls with paint is such a trend that even pizzerias invite customers with the artwork of Mona Lisa.
One of the prominent street artworks that we came across in SoHo was “The Ace” by DIMA. This was interesting because it emphasized the eyes. There were multiple eyes, hand eyes, cloud eyes, and even crying eyes. Perhaps, DIMA was trying to comment on the ways of seeing and the power of the eye. Whatever the message may be, the fact that this graffiti stood amidst this neighborhood really told a lot about the artistic atmosphere and culture of SoHo.

Along with mentioning how different forms of artwork trickled their way into SoHo, our second interviewee mentioned how the people of SoHo itself are “walking art”. I couldn’t agree with her any better, because I did see the artistic element in the people of SoHo. Women were walking well dressed and fashionable, as men in red jeans were riding their bicycles through the narrow streets of the neighborhood. Couples were holding hands and walking the streets like love was all that they thrived on. The postures and style of these people was truly artistic and characteristic of SoHo.  We mentioned the negative connotation and vandal nature of graffiti to our interviewee, and in response she stated how the graffiti of this neighborhood is considered beautiful as it only adds on to its community.  This really showed how the people of SoHo appreciate its artwork as well, for its art truly defines its character.

 

After roaming the streets of SoHo like a tourist, I truly began to appreciate and marvel at the art that infiltrates its streets. Had I not been assigned this project, SoHo would’ve remained solely a “shopping hub” in my mind.  SoHo is incomplete with its wall art and art galleries. The architecture of SoHo makes it a valuable and unique neighborhood. NYC is home to a plethora of arts, and SoHo truly houses some prominent forms of this art.

Artwork on the streets of SoHo:


 

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Soho

When we first started exploring Soho, I wasn’t too amazed and didn’t see much glamour. That’s probably because we weren’t in the heart of Soho. We saw A LOT of street art and graffiti-something we expected to see after doing research. Every street had at least one building with graffiti. We captured this art and randomly walked, looking for something interesting. We saw an art gallery and decided to walk in and interview one of the girls working there. She felt that she couldn’t be of much help because she didn’t know Soho very well but was kind enough to direct us to another art gallery that was around the corner.

While looking for the art gallery, we came upon the coolest thing ever.  We found ourselves in a perfume lab. Even though it had nothing to do with art in the neighborhood, we felt a need to go into the store. Right when you enter the store, you smell a million different perfumes. One guy who worked there introduced us to the store, which is actually a lab, and a lot of the new scents. He told us they have seven new, different scents, each representing seven different cities. He sprayed me with Paris, and it smelled sooo good. It was really cool because I never knew something like a perfume lab actually existed. I knew they have labs where perfumes are made but I’ve never seen one as a store before.

After leaving Le Labo, the coolest store ever, we found what we were looking for. The art gallery in Soho that had been there forever. We met Phyllis, who was pretty much in charge of the gallery. She told us a lot about the artist, Robert Kobayashi and his style of art. When he first decided to open up an art gallery, he chose Soho. This neighborhood had no art at the time and was a drug haven. According to Phyllis, the neighborhood gradually changed and became more glamorous in the past 10-15 years. She believed that the graffiti may have something to do with the fact that a lot of the buildings are vacant, since the rent is so high. She mentioned how she always sees a street artist by the name of De La Vega, who leaves inspirational quotes everywhere he goes, from all of Brooklyn to the Upper East Side to Soho. I googled him when I got home and he’s actually a really famous and popular artist. But that’s besides the point. What we learned from interviewing her was the effect that gentrification had on this neighborhood. It used to be a drug haven but slowly turned into an affluent neighborhood that attracted the wealthy and is now all about the fashionable clothing but where graffiti is still a trademark.

The artwork we chose to focus on is this one right here:

This piece of artwork clearly epitomizes what artwork is in Soho. Graffiti and street art is so popular in Soho; it’s everywhere you go. It can be found on every street in Soho, on random buildings, on the street. You can’t escape graffiti in Soho. We chose this as our piece of artwork because it defines Soho. Throughout the years, Soho has become a place full of graffiti. We were unable to figure out why graffiti is so prominent in Soho, but it may have to do with the fact that Soho used to be a drug haven. The graffiti may be from that time and it became more popular and appealing to the more affluent. They don’t see it as vandalism, but as legit art. This artwork amazes me because there are so many images in this one large piece.

We kind of got lost and made our way to the Light District but after asking for directions, using Google Maps and following Natasha’s intuition, we made our way back to Soho. We captured a lot of art and now our focus was conducting two more interviews. We saw a lady just sitting around and thought she would be the perfect target. Even though she didn’t live in the neighborhood, she knew a lot about the art in it. She told us that graffiti has become more popular throughout the years and the people of Soho actually appreciate it, as an artwork and it doesn’t have a negative connotation to it.

The other really cool thing was interviewing a family visiting from Germany. It was interesting because the father’s point of view was so different that what we had expected. When asked about artwork, he constantly mentioned the buildings. He said that you would never find buildings similar to the ones in Soho in Germany. Here’s exactly what he said:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rie_ke4R2KE

After we were done, I felt as if the interview was not enough and didn’t help us much because he focused on architecture. But Reinard pointed out that that is okay because to him, artwork is architecture. Everybody has a different point of view when it comes to artwork, and I realized that he’s right and that architecture is a form of art. I really enjoyed doing this neighborhood blog because I learned about a part of NYC that I had never visited but always knew existed. I felt like a tourist going to Soho and looking around, but I learned how to appreciate the neighborhood and that there’s always something more than just the stores.

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SOHO: South of Houston Street

Everyone always goes to Soho for one reason: SHOPPING. Go right into the middle of Soho and you’ll know right away. Numerous retail stores can be found in close proximity to each other. Need new jeans? Go to Soho. Need a flashy new coat? Go to Soho. That new Uniqlo that just opened up? Yeah, it’s in Soho. However, Soho used to be much different many years ago- at least according to Robert Kobayashi, who has an artwork gallery set up in the neighborhood. When Kobayashi moved into Soho, he said that “the neighborhood was quiet,” and that “the neighborhood used to be drug haven but is now artistic.” So exactly how and why is Soho now considered a neighborhood of art and fashion? Well, my group and I wondered the same thing, so with the question in mind, and the freezing winds beating against our faces, we embarked on our little quest of knowledge for the arts.

Before I talk about the art my group had encountered, I’d like to discuss graffiti and its legitimacy as art. There are people who believe that graffiti is pure vandalism. Then there are people who believe that graffiti is the art that personifies the urban culture. What each person believes is up to them, but for our review, one must bear with the latter. I am a strong believer that graffiti is art, and to anyone who thinks otherwise, I tell them to look up famous artist, Banksy who made his career off of graffiti. Anyway, as my group and I wandered almost aimlessly through Soho looking for art, we found graffiti everywhere. Buildings were obvious locations, but a closer look revealed countless tags and symbols on mail boxes and dividers among other locations. It was beautiful. It was apparent that a great amount of creativity was put into these works. Well at least a good amount of them. One of the major details we noticed about the graffiti was that they were mostly pictures rather than words. Graffiti artists in Soho seemed to gravitate towards meaningful and often times complex pictures.  Kobayashi mentioned this in our interview with him, and thinks that although it is different, it is definitely still exciting. Aside from the artful graffiti, store owners seemed to have even utilized graffiti as a form of advertisement!


 

 

More talk about art and graffiti in Soho can be found in the filmed interview of a very charming, eloquent young woman we found sitting on a bench. Here’s the link to the interview:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylLB_AwFCzI

Graffiti isn’t the only form of art around Soho. One of the first things that captured our attention as we walked into the neighborhood was the beautiful cast-iron buildings. These industrial looking buildings got their look from (you guessed it), construction during the industrial revolution. The interesting color contrasts and subtle architectural designs really stood out in comparison to the rest of New York city buildings. In fact, Soho is one of the most well-known areas to contain cast-iron buildings. As you delve deeper into Soho, you really start to feel like you’re walking back in time. The streets, some of them made of cobblestone, get narrower, and the buildings start looking more old fashioned. If you don’t want to lose that feeling, then don’t take a look at the stores at the base of those buildings. Then again, if you don’t look in the direction of the stores, you’ll probably get run over, or cause some kind of accident, so don’t take my advice. If you don’t think that the architecture is something to boast about, then ask the German family man we interviewed in Soho. The man we interviewed came from Germany to New York with his family, presumably on a vacation. When we asked him about what was artful in Soho, he could not stop talking about the buildings and how they had a 19th century feel to them. He claimed that the industrial buildings really set Soho apart from other areas such as midtown and even the cities he’s been to in Germany.

Here in the photo to the left, a stark difference can be made between the two buildings. The building on the left looks much more modern than the one on the right. Such is the result, our group believed to be, of the gentrification that occurred over the course of the past decades.

 

 

Finally, I’d like to talk about the one piece of artwork that really captured the attention of me and my group. This piece of artwork is quite peculiar in that it is… quite peculiar. There are several people, each with three eyes, donning a sort of body suit that superheros would wear. Everything from the clouds and planes and triangles have eyes, (one too many if I might add). The meaning of this piece is hard to grasp, and to be honest, is quite lost to me. However upon research, we have found that this picture was titled “The Ace” by Dimitri Drjuchin a.k.a. DIMA. This particular artist likes to incorporate his Russian roots, and influences in comics and spirituality, into his pieces. That can very well be seen in the picture. So why did I choose this picture? I chose this picture primarily because it was graffiti. That’s right, this hefty piece of work is in fact graffiti, drawn on some random wall on the corner of (streets which escape my memory). I believe that Graffiti greatly exemplifies the art culture in Soho, and that this particular one really had a lot to say for the neighborhood. The whole thing is bizarre and loaded with old symbolism reminiscent of religious Renaissance paintings… just like Soho (minus the whole reminiscent of religious Renaissance paintings thing). The people that frequent Soho are bizarre in the way that they’re so diverse and fashionable. As the woman we interviewed said, “Even the people can be considered as walking art.” The graffiti all over the buildings are definitely quite bizarre as well. Also, the old symbolism reminds me of the cast-iron buildings present within Soho. These buildings represent a time far back in our city’s history. They’re beautiful relics that still stand erect to this day. I hope that wasn’t too far a stretch of a comparison, but that’s what I came up with.
In the end, I enjoyed my little trip into Soho, as I’m sure my group mates did. Had I gone to Soho solely to shop, as most people usually do, I would have failed to notice the beautiful architecture and some of the cool graffiti. I think this neighborhood project really gave me so much more insight into the background of Soho and how it stands as a neighborhood instead of a fashion marketplace. For that, I am thankful, and I intend on visiting again to do a little more sightseeing and photography (and a little more shopping!)

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New Look

Walking through the crowded bustling streets of the energetic and glamorous Soho, I would have never have imagined this to have once been a city of drugs and poverty. Yet, my preconceived notions were proven wrong by an interview with a helpful worker at an old art gallery. Phyllis explained to us how slowly throughout the decades the area of Soho changed dramatically into the expensive, ritzy, artistic area it is today. I found this especially interesting because it ties in with the conversation we have been having about gentrification. Soho is a prime example of what happens when a slum is dramatically transformed into a much nicer and expensive area. On the one hand, it is a good thing because the neighborhood becomes a lot nicer and safer as a result. But on the other hand, those people who have lived in the neighborhood and can’t afford the rising prices of the up and coming area are forced to move out. It is weird thinking about people in Soho once struggling to keep up with ends meet because when I walked through the streets of Soho, all I saw were young hipsters and elegantly dressed fashionistas. The people themselves “are walking art,” as one lady we interviewed had remarked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is true though. Everywhere I looked Soho was filled with some kind of artwork. There was graffiti all over the walls. Galleries filled the streets. The people that surrounded me all dressed as if their own bodies were a blank canvas ready to be painted on by the many fashion choices they made. I found it ironic because although I am usually not one to be entranced by glamour, I found myself amazed and in love with everything around me.

One really amazing part of Soho was the architecture. One glance at the buildings and you could tell that they were made really long ago. They are apparently called Cast Iron Buildings and are a trademark for the type of architecture in Soho. It was especially interesting interviewing a German tourist about the architecture because he was  amazed by the buildings in Soho. He found beauty in the apartments that lined the streets.

Which lead to me think: what is beauty and artwork? Can’t architecture be a certain form of art? I wondered if the people who built the extravagant Cast Iron Buildings thought of their job as simply construction or as art as well. I wondered if they spent lots of time thinking of the arch of the stairway or the angle of the roof. Doesn’t every precise detail add to the overall effect of the building, just as the details do in a painting? In many ways, I don’t think art is limited to just painting, writing, singing, dancing, etc. anymore. I think art is a lot more vague and open than before. Art is what you make of it and what you intend to be meaningful to you, as the creator.

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#1 Cannoli in Town…

Wake up at 7:00 AM, check. Do driver’s ed for 2 hours, check. Be stuck taking the bus to main street instead of getting a ride, check. Have the crappiest coffee to start my day, check.

Okay so fine, the beginning of my day didn’t start out so well. However, while waiting for the train to leave Main Street, Ashley happened to throw her cup into to somebody’s collection of garbage that apparently wasn’t garbage. When the man came back and handed her cup back to her with the words, “Excuse me miss, but that wasn’t garbage. I believe this is yours,” I cried of laughter.  Awkwaaaaard. That’s when I knew it wasn’t going to be such a terrible day.

The gap between Chinatown and Little Italy isn’t very big at all. In fact, our journey started in Chinatown until eventually the signs started making sense again. Literally every store was a restaurant claiming they had the best of some food or other. The amount of choices was ridiculous. Each menu seemed to offer the same food, but which one? That choice was made later, but first we had to find the art. First, we accidentally stumbled across a campaign. But not a campaign campaign, but a “fashion campaign.” Two very well dressed men were modelling the latest in some sort of probably ridiculously priced clothes line. Next we found the Italian American Museum.

There wasn’t much inside but I think that was the point. It was a humble museum that gave everything that was important to the neighborhood that it possibly could. Inside were the history of triumphs and misfortunes of important Italians in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, I didn’t find it interesting at all. Which leads me to what I did find interesting: the food.

To me, the most artful thing in all of Little Italy was it’s food. While it lacked diversity, each restaurant seemed to have it’s own twist. Nobody claimed to have the best of the same exact thing. Isn’t that what art really is? Taking some of what every one knows and putting your own little twist on it? My favorite place that we went to was Cafe Palermo. This bakery, filled to the brim with over-sized immensely appetizing pastries, held the honor of having the best cannoli in town. I was tempted beyond belief to try one, but I chsoe the red velvet cake instead.

Talking to the owner of the shop really put this into perspective for me. He said he’s owned it for 39 years now and can’t wait to make 50. He told us about how the majority of the restaurants are family owned and have been for while, basically ever since “we kicked those irish outta hea.” The stories and references made showed that he was dedicated to his neighborhood, he even said he was born and raised there and hasn’t moved out. That’s why I consider the food in Little Italy art. Each place has their own style, each mixed with their own family roots and recipes. Recipes that have lasted generations upon generations. Whether it was the over priced pizza or the delicious red velvet cake, I enjoyed every bit of art I ate.

 

 

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ZENS Adventure Part 1

And I quote:

“so according to wikipedia: The Lower East Side is perhaps best known as having once been a center of Jewish culture,” Nicki IMed me last week before our “blog day out,” informing me of the research she did.

“Oh…it is? Good to know,” I thought.  Slight backfire that the Jewish girl didn’t know that “best-known” fact about the blog group she was placed into? Perhaps. Did it matter? Not at all.  The experience was all the more worthwhile and interesting.

We met up at Union Square and decided to work our way from there, down the avenues and down the streets.  For the first time in a long time (probably since the summer), I was walking the streets of Manhattan slowly, in no rush, and just enjoying everything there was to take in.  The store windows, the architecture of the buildings, the smells, the sky…It served as a great reminder to me of why the tourists love it here so much.  When you’re not in a rush the city has so much beauty to take in, an Eden.  (Of course, when it’s 8:45 AM and the bus hasn’t show up for 15 minutes [three ‘Not in Service’ buses have, though] and you’re running late to class, it sure is an inferno).

I’m not architecture pro, but I’ve always thought “those people” who talk about it are pretty cool, so I pretended to be that person as we walked around.  “This church is built in the style of Gothic architecture, isn’t it?” I asked.  “There are pillars, though, so isn’t that Roman?”  “Greco-Roman?”, another suggestion.  The Lower East Side had plenty of this style to observe and analyze, a particular feature of the neighborhood that I think makes it unique.  I definitely was not seeing this style in the middle of Midtown.  And whatever the style was nominally, I was taking notice.  Taking notice, paying attention: actions I don’t normally partake in while walking through the streets of the city.

I’d say our interviews got progressively better as we went along.  Our first few didn’t give us that much to work with, but as we continued questioning people, our answers got better and better.  The security guard of the New School (10th st and 5th avenue) told us about another division of the school (Parsons) specifically designed for art, and about an art gallery not too far from where we were with a lobby open to the public.  I completely understood what we he was talking about when he said that, because that was another key feature of the neighborhood I noticed when walking around. Many ground levels of buildings were lobbies were open for public viewing, even at times when the galleries of those buildings were not.  It was like a voice was luring you in: open lobby…come in…come in…come look.  We peeked as we passed by a few, and also wished we had gone exploring during the day, when the lobbies were open.  Nevertheless; the window viewing was nice.

As we rounded a corner on our small journey, I was struck by the Starbucks coffee on the corner of the street.  “OH MY GOSH I KNOW THIS STARBUCKS–I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. OH! OH! THIS IS WHERE BLUE MAN GROUP IS!!!” I shouted in exclamation.  First of all, I finally got a perspective as to where I was located; no longer was I just walking in exploration.  Secondly, Blue Man Group is perhaps the greatest off-Broadway show ever, and for me, the epitome of art.

No words necessary, no subtitles to explain the show, no post-show analysis trying to dissect the meaning behind it all.  Just a straightforward show with incredible music, creative visual artwork, and great fun.  The perfect blend of art for its own sake, and art for entertainment’s sake.  Frankly, I’ve seen Blue Man Group three times before, and that’s proof that it’s a fabulous show.  Furthermore, the time I enjoyed it the most was the third time; in other words, it only gets better and better.  While we have been discussing a lot of visual art and theatrical art in this course, I’d like to stress here the significance of music as an art form.  The music of BMG does it for me; I’m dancing in my seat, the beats reverberating within me, and I walk out of the show with the music stuck in my head.  Just like the blue men don’t need to say a word, so does their music need not have words; the music is enough to have an effect on me that this form of art has meaning.  If it moves me, I’d consider it powerful.

Hey Nicki

The Blue Man Group backstage crew worker was our final interviewee, and we unanimously decided he was the best one we got.  He summarized our trip pretty well, telling us about the many galleries the Lower East Side has to offer, in contrast with Soho.  The street art walking down the Bowery, other uncommissioned street art, street performers who perform around big concentrations of people (such things such as human robots, beatboxers, etc.). Specifically, he told us about one guy he’s seen in the area who only plays the bass, but “can play the bass for basically any song” and creates an entire performance out of it; sometimes other instrument players join him and an entire band is formed.  Can you get any more artsy than that? And again, it’s the music that speaks to peoples’ souls.  It’s inescapable, and there is a different style for every person, just like the visual art and architecture we saw that night.  There is so much to see and appreciate on the Lower East Side that I was both aware and unaware of, and my admiration and respect is heightened.

Besides for that, I really want to hear this bass guy play.  Maybe I’ll join in the music too.

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