I don’t know much about shoes but I know enough to pay attention to a girl’s flats if they feature cat ears and whiskers on them. Alexa Chung keeps it simple at the New Museum. She was spotted right before she hopped on Carsten Höller’s interactive Slide installation. (photo by Xavier Aaronson)
All I want is to celebrate unsung beauties, the same way Jessica Diamond’s “Tribute to Kusama: Infinity” just wants to lionize the least selling color in the art world.
We spotted Annie at the New Museum last week. But instead of zooming in on Annie’s billowing hair, fierce eyebrows, crimson lips, and cheekily flowy dress, we thought it’d be more exciting if we just illustrated a sprinkling of babely hints.
It’s like Proust sort of said, let’s leave the super obvious hotties to the men with no imagination.
This was not one of those social art occasions of carefully choreographed interactions. This was a full-on boozy bash flush with NYC’s art-crowd trading in their hoity-toity remarks for 90s reminiscence and shared nostalgia from their weirdo teenage years.
I can’t say the party overshadowed the art —not like at Art Basel Miami Beach, at least —but from scanning the room it looked like most eyes were glazed in the hootch and ogling at each Gen X outfits.
Here’s your one-week-late-not-sure-who-gives-a-shit-at-this-point recap of the New Museum‘s tightly-themed party in celebration of their latest exhibit “NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star.“
For the longest time, I’ve admitted to not knowing anything about art. I stick to celebrating the unsung style that garbs today’s art-loving cabooses while fully admitting to being an ignoramus when it comes to actual art history. With all my cards on the table, my steerage through the art world’s fringe has been a lot more bearable.
Lucky for us, writer, photographer and all around power-babe, Cedar Pasori is our first contributor with the kind of art juice in her bones necessary for weaving together the website’s first ever, totally amazing “art review.”
Last week, Cedar sampled the pleasures of the highly anticipated ‘NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star’ exhibit at the New Museum. But instead of taking the obsessively scrupulous approach to art criticism by arguing the impossible and dissecting the minute, Cedar has prepared for us a delightfully unserious take on art commentary.
Read (and listen) to the first ever Babes At The Museum art review by Cedar, after the jump.
Security has been so good at their job lately that I’ve resorted to doggy paddling around the lobby of museums to snap a stylish photo. Here is a gleaming needle in a haystack, Siobhan spotted at the New Museum. (Photo by Xavier Aaronson)
Sometimes hair, wind and wild can all come together and be friends. Evi at the New Museum. (Photo by Kara Baker)
In the spirit of laying down at the museum, I bring you Brooke at the New Museum. Brooke is a photographer who was spotted taking a pencil-straight rest on Slavs and Tatars‘ PrayWay, as part of its Ungovernables exhibition. (Photo by Alfredo Lettenmaier)
Svelte and sleek, Ana Thereza is a Brazilian fashion designer who was spotted on the corner of Prince and Bowery before fading off into the New Museum. (Photo by Marcelo Siqueira)
Marielle spotted in front of Jonathas de Andrade’s Tropical Hangover at the New Museum. Marielle is Filipino who grew up in Okinawa, Japan and she currently studies architecture at Cal Poly. For those not familia with de Andrade’s work, Tropical Hangover is an installation of photographs featured at the museum’s Ungovernables Triennial. The photos are linked to pages of a romantic diary found the trash that litters Recife, Brazil. Thanks to our babe scout Nuo.
Marielle looking at Minam Apang’s He wore them like talismans all over his body,from the series “War with the stars”. Probably my favorite use of tea in a painting.
Is it me or is there some subtle bra-play going on in these photos?
Last Tuesday, we attended the opening of The New Museum’s Triennial: “The Ungovernables”. It was our first time at an opening as “Babes At The Museum” so of course we lost all control and snapped away like crazy. As expected, there was a sea of babes in snazzy garbs and spiffy style shuffling through floors. More photos HERE.
