After a harrowing day yesterday, I felt that fortune had smiled upon me when I found myself miraculously free and in my own neighborhood by 7 pm. Being that Thursday nights from 7-9 just happen to be free admittance, I decided to scope out the provocatively titled “Younger Than Jesus” exhibit at the New Museum. “It will be so cool,” I thought of the uniquely, attention-demanding museum which decorates the Bowery. Every time have I walked to work and passed it in the last couple of weeks I have given it a mental high five, like, “Hey you, can’t wait to come for a visit. For free. Some Thursday soon.”
My time had come and I was drawn in by the Urban Outfitters of Museums.
Image courtesy of the New Museum
Look at it, all “not fitting into the aesthetic of the surrounding neighborhood but in a cool way,” with architecture that smacks like gentrification on cocaine. I was pumped. Ready for a cultural espresso shot to a busy day.
Now, I try not to make general, sweeping statements, like: “the hipster art world can take its vague and hyper sexualized art and stick it up its ironic ass,” or “that looks like the contents of a goodwill bin, strewn across a table.” They are unprofessional (and I take professionalism seriously when it comes to sounding like I know what the hell I am talking about) and pigeon hole the entire exhibit.
…who loves aviation and whom I love (and am trying to tempt to come to New York). A take-off clip from LaGuardia, taken illicitly during the time when “all electronics must be in an off position.”
That’s right Bryson, I broke aviation laws for you!
Also: everyone check out this little lady’s very own blog, which spouts wisdom about her excellent experiences in Berlin for the last year and is quite hilarious. Go. Read. Comment.
Filed under: diatribes | Tags: high school, hip, hipster, Mark Edmunsdon, pretension, urban outfitters
I have come to realize that I hate hip.
Not in the way that you say you hate something so you don’t have to face the fact that you actually want to be it secretly because you think it’s cool. I actually hate it. Honestly. Hip is like cool’s younger sibling. Where cool is exuberant and self-assured, hip is mangy and intensely self-aware, just trying to stay in cool’s good graces. Like the high school geek finally let into the cool kids’ club, hip is infinitely more cruel to those on the outside than cool would ever feel compelled to be (kinda like how the sophomore frat boys always haze the freshman the hardest, the seniors don’t really care). If hip ever started to be uncool (and by this I do mean unmarketable) the hipsters will be the first ones to publicly denounce it and jump ship to a new genre.
