I went to Central Park the other day to see the Gates. Actually, I’d seen them before, but from the back seat in a cab in the middle of the night is probably not the best way to see them, so I figured that getting up close and personal was a better option.
I gotta say that I was originally somewhat skeptical, but they’re really very nice. For whatever reason, people tend to be very quiet around them, so there’s a certain amount of peacefulness and tranquility involved in the viewing experience, particularly when fabric was rustling in the wind. That, however, doesn’t really explain the people who were gawking at the giant orange (that’s not the color of saffron, no matter how hard they insist it is) structures whilst completely plugged into their iPods. Kinda misses the point, I think.
The rest of my Gates pictures are here. I might go back out this weekend if the light is any good to take some more pictures.
Also: the Gates from Outer Space. You can see pf.org Global Headquarters in this picture; no, I’m not telling you where it is.
That picture captures the texture of material like no other picture on the Internets.
At the risk of sounding quasi-cultured, what are the prevaling conceptions of the artistic appeal of the Gates? Besides fun, flaming color and scale...
- Genuinely Curious
::::the people who were gawking at the giant orange (that’s not the color of saffron, no matter how hard they insist it is) structures whilst completely plugged into their iPods.::::
that was me. but i think certain songs are all right for art viewing. nothing should be experienced in a vacuum (or sourrounded by tourists if you can help it). maybe three ways are essential - a friend, music, and solitary.