OK, text-only entry, but whatevs.
First! This really spoke to the art geek in me: Christopher Knight's hilarious take-down of the "Renoir in the 20th Century" show at LACMA. I have a general dislike of the Impressionists, but I really, really dislike Renoir. What some of you may not know is just how bad his late paintings were. Knight, a critic I enjoy very much, encounters the conventional wisdom that "Late Renoir is bad Renoir" and comes to the obvious conclusion that the conventional wisdom may even be understating the situation. The four paintings shown in the review, indeed, are so bad, so very, very horrible that you will laugh. I had a chat yesterday with one of the curators of French paintings at my work, and I offered my opinion that Renoir was actually a key player in the development of later 20th Century bad taste, the types of art featuring big-eyed ballerinas and orphan harlequins. She laughed, but thought I was probably right. But, really, just look at the paintings shown in the LA Times and then look at the "Lemonaid" girls shown in the post below, and note that it's just a hop, skip and a jump from one to the other, both in terms of technique and subject matter. Ew, LOL.
Second! I think the LA Times is a great paper, but finding their "street style" photo features really gave me pause. Take a look at their "Street Fashion: Los Feliz" slide show and wonder if everybody in LA actually dresses this badly all the time, or if the photographer just has no eye for what looks good. Honestly! Every single outfit and about 80% of the individual articles of clothing in this feature are god-awful. It's like the anti-Sartorialist. Maybe I really have, after ten years, become an East Coaster after all. Ecccch.
And since I'm just throwing out web links, lazily, instead of creating my own content, have you all read Esquire's beautiful profile of Roger Ebert yet? I want to make sure you do, because it's as good as everyone says it is, and so is Ebert's response to it. I'm considering printing out the stunning, brave portrait of Ebert and keeping it face-up in a special drawer, so that whenever I feel sorry for myself or think I'm having problems, I can just open that drawer and immediately get over it.
Onward with Friday!