I had a great day before noon. I got up and walked over to The Met at opening time to avoid crowds, for the Schiaparelli and Prada exhibition. I didn't expect to be so moved by these powerful, intelligent, creative women.
This is the best thing I took away with me. This quote:
Prada: Women always try to tame themselves as they get older, but the ones who look best are often a bit wilder. Thinking about age all the time is the biggest prison women can make for themselves.
Isn't that so amazing and true? I could have left then, but I kept going. Soaking it in. I know that my eyes are going to be bleeding when I get to Arkansas. I won't see beautiful garments that are pieces of art up-close anymore. I'll have to just see them online and in magazines, which is fine. I appreciated being near them this morning. May be my last time for a while.
I was just so pleased that a big, attention-getting exhibit was all about two female designers. I was happy that there was so much focus in one exhibition on two ladies. Feminist pride took me over.
Then I took in some modern art. I jotted some names in my tiny Lisa Frank notebook to look up later of art I was jealous of. I looked at the Ellsworth Kelly plant drawings and decided to look away because it was tainting the lady-vibes from the previous. I got a little resentful that a male artist's simple sketches would get so much square footage.
I'm going to miss living so close to Museum Mile. I don't even take a bike. It's a short walk.
I decided to go to a restaurant I saw every day on my bike commute to work. I passed by it tons of times and never had time to stop and always felt a little envious of the people who did have time to partake. It was nice; not amazing, but I'm glad I solved the mystery and took the time to visit. I also went by Frank E. Campbell funeral home. I'll miss seeing it on the regular. It's where Joan Crawford's funeral took place (and in the movie Mommie Dearest, which I love.)
