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Guggenheim
11/06/1999
from WILL: As promised, here's write up the Guggenheim visit last Saturday. Its the Surrealism collection of Erteghun (sp? - the quieter brother at Atlantic Records) and David Fillipachi, a Frog who made it big publishing magazines. Anyway, I learned that Surrealists are real horndogs with a well-developed sense of humor. The Magritte with a fish head attached to the lower half of a woman's body left me snickering for hours. I didn't understand most of the artwork, but I guess that's okay with Surrealism. Just as entertaining was the audience. The invite was quite clear about about the manner of dress: "semi-formal". Most women understood; most men did not. Apparently my definition (classy non-business suit, etc.) differs from most of New York since there were an awful lot of bad shirts, jeans, and bedgraggled types. At times, some of the artwork that Manhattan's finest plastic surgeons put on display was nearly as surreal as what was on the walls: sad in a modern Faye Dunaway kind of way. Finally, and this isn't so applicable to my life, just because you wear a charming, 'little black dress', doesn't mean you can't look trampy. What is it about fine art that brings out the misanthrope in me?
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