(Not really.)

The visit to the Met(ropolitan Museum of Art) was, predictably, pretty frustrating. It’s the one museum staple (ha!) that always leaves me a little underwhelmed. I think it’s an effect of me being bogged down by the volume of their collection that has everything—from Native American to African to Egyptian to Greek, etc. etc.—that I end up with glazed eyes and a headache by the end of the day, which is when we leave… well, because we have to.

The extra frustrating thing about this visit was the lack of guards and security personnel. While we were going around the Modern and Contemporary Art wings, they closed off an entire floor due to the lack of guards. It was so annoying, seeing a Francis Bacon painting peeking at you from the other side of the velvet ropes, knowing that Rothkos and Stills and Twomblys were hanging out above my head.

(We also spent an inordinate amount of time looking for the Vermeers.)

Sol LeWitt.

Joel Shapiro.

Chuck Close.

Anselm Kiefer.

A gorgeous black and white version of Ingres’ Grande Odalisque

One of the special exhibits is a sort of retrospective of Garry Winogrand’s beautiful photography. I have no photographs from there—I wish I took some because his work is lovely and the kind of photos I’d like to make—but here’s a drawing that supplemented the show:

We also got to see The Roof Garden Commission by Dan Graham with Günther Vogt, which coincidentally is only up until today.

I wish it were a permanent part of the Met, to be honest.

OK, so a few things to keep in mind if you were wanting to visit this place:

• Recommended admission for adults is $25, but you can pay however much you want to pay.
• You will not be able to see everything in one day and live.
• Don’t feel too bad about it.

Sidenote:

These updates are so drawn out, omg. I’m so sorry, I feel like this blog has turned really boring. Or maybe I’m bored with “dealing with backlog.” I don’t know!