I took this picture in a small atrium overlooking the lobby of the Seattle Library, designed by Rem Koolhaas and opened a year ago. As Mara and I enjoyed the cool, green light, we overheard a conversation that went something like this:Middle-age woman to her husband: I can't believe they spent so much money on this thing.Husband: It's absurd. What's in a library? Books. You don't need all this other stuff.Middle-age woman to Mara: What a waste of money, right?Mara: [Flabbergasted]People raise the same argument when cities build new sports stadiums. Of course, stadiums bring in huge amounts of revenue and, the last time I checked, libraries were free. On the other hand, stadiums house teams owned by zillionaires who, the last time I checked, could probably afford to build the stadiums themselves.In any case, the taxpayers of Seattle have contributed to the construction of an amazing public space where EVERYONE can go, read, hang out FREE OF CHARGE and be inspired by the wisdom of the ages surrounding them. I can't imagine a better environment in which to do this. Citizens of Seattle, I salute you.
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An article in yesterday's NYT House & Garden section extolled the virtues of clutter. Kristen summed it up nicely: Maximalism is the new minimalism.
"Minimalism is easy to copy," Ms. de Lorme said at her unabashedly messy desk on a recent morning. "Everybody can do it."
Nevertheless, maximalism isn't as easy as it sounds. The author visits a Barry McGee exhibition at Deitch Projects in New York and finds that clutter must be as carefully arranged as non-clutter if it is to work:
Op-art panels on the walls. Graffiti everywhere. And one wall I stared at for a long time was covered with small, framed pictures densely hung at odd angles, some layered on top of one another. Like the whole massive installation, it looked random. Of course, it wasn't.
The thing is, Barry McGee was maximal so long ago — Bay-Area-Now-1996 long ago — that it's strange to use him as an example of a current maximal trend. I guess well-executed maximalism is timeless.The photo above is from Barry McGee's maximal mural at the Museum of Victoria (fall, 2004).
Rust Belt road trip
Pittsburgh. Buffalo. Niagara Falls. Toronto. Detroit. It's not exactly Route 66, but it was hot.
I love Michigan in the summer.
10 things about Gabe & Yoshi's wedding:
- The bride and groom. Our golden couple. The whole weekend was a perfect reflection of what we all love about them.
- Kalamazoo. Charming and fun. Shady trees, greasy spoons, a surprisingly fancy art museum.
- The winding, tree-lined streets of Kalamazoo. Grid-less! Baffling! London, Boston — those cities have nothing on the complexity of Kalamazoo. If some kids on skateboards hadn't pointed the way, we would have missed the beginning of the wedding. Thanks, kids!
- Fireflies and Christmas lights. The bride's sister's boyfriend (Andrew) hosted a lovely after-party on the night of the rehearsal dinner. Usually these parties are ill-planned and bar-oriented, but this one was well-executed outside on a beautiful back porch lit by Christmas lights and fireflies.
- The Kal-Haven Trail. Nearly a death-by-humidity experience.
- Suite 702. Post-wedding sing-alongs, beer-scrounging and hotel-room-jacuzzi-ing at the Radisson. Classy.
- The excellent, eclectic food. Not that there's anything wrong with the salmon filet/side salad/baked potato thing, but it was pleasantly surprising to get a nourishing, unique meal at a wedding reception. I actually ate this food, and liked it. Nice work, wedding planners and caterers.
- Friends & family representing. While I didn't do such a great job of circulating among those I hadn't known for 15 years, I couldn't help but notice the collective high spirits and festive attire of all in attendance. Plaid pants, flowered dresses, smiles, laughter — all good.
- Louise's toast. I, for one, did not know that the groom's mother met the bride's father during freshman week at Carleton. Amazing. The stars had been spelling it out since day 1, really.
- It must be said: Maggie's boobs.