Moma Friday

Five of us enjoyed free admission to MoMA Friday. We started off with the Sol LeWitt exhibit. White crayon and black paint on the wall, according to a schema devised by the artist and executed by others. Hmmm.
Martin Kippenberger's hodgepodge of furniture on a turf-like carpet had some interesting elements, such as the high chairs and the cut-away desk, but the ensemble didn't really grab me.

I liked the sunny-side-up table, though.
The building design makes people-watching in itself an artistic experience.

Sunny side up chair, also very cool:
We looked at the Paul Graham photography exhibit - a room of somewhat sordid twilight slices of life (or half-life) in America. Multiple photos of the same person or scene implied a story or connection, but no single photo really "popped"; he wasn't using vivid colors or focusing on individual visually arresting scenes.

In fact, it kind of bled into another exhibit on the history of print/photography.

An authentic poster from the early 20th C. (As opposed to the authentic DHL label from the late 20th C, also on display.) N.B. Sarah, this means YOU!!
This photograph was spectucular - subtle, crisp and clear - and printed on an inkjet printer:

(Probably a few more dots per square inch than your ordinary garden-variety inkjet printer, but still.)

I think this photo was from the 1930s - a great moment captured forever with the latest high-speed camera of the time:

Our fearless leader:
Ana:

I didn't get good photos of Henry or Andrew (sorry, guys). Afterward, we went to Joe's Shanghai - midtown - and treated Patricia for her birthday. (Yes, she gets ALL of March.) Soup dumplings were very good, as usual. Then went to Europa Cafe for dessert, but I was already sated.