I am most content when I am alone in my apartment with nothing but time to putter. Quite happy really to weave in and out of my private thoughts and daydream encounters while leafing through my culinary and photography books. I should be out and about, meeting and greeting to fulfill my duties as a resident of New York City. Instead, I am sitting on my couch writing to myself on a blog.
The Met had a photography exhibition in 2000 titled "La Divine Comtesse": Photographs of the Countess de Castiglione. I love photography exhibitions curated outside the themes of authorship or historical context but find it doesn't always work very well (i.e. MOMA's Into the West photography exhibit, some amazing and important photographs but thematically, it didn't line up so well).
The Met had a photography exhibition in 2000 titled "La Divine Comtesse": Photographs of the Countess de Castiglione. I love photography exhibitions curated outside the themes of authorship or historical context but find it doesn't always work very well (i.e. MOMA's Into the West photography exhibit, some amazing and important photographs but thematically, it didn't line up so well).
The exhibition page states the photographs "stands out as the first historical encounter of photography and narcissism." But these photographs are also documentation of an encounter with photography and fantasy. How amazing it would to spend your days living within your own daydreams. To have the freedom to live fully in your own delusions as opposed to the delusions of others.
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