tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post4511086212090848246..comments2023-12-28T16:38:26.304-08:00Comments on ACravan: Pose/JuxtaposeACravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-42571014492004924782013-02-19T08:02:12.214-08:002013-02-19T08:02:12.214-08:00I've sent you an email reply. CurtisI've sent you an email reply. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-79078034617852312092013-02-19T07:21:34.197-08:002013-02-19T07:21:34.197-08:00Hello,
I was wondering where you found the image o...Hello,<br />I was wondering where you found the image of Liz Carpenter, Bella Abzug and Betty Furness at the opening of the First Women's Bank, New York City, October 1975? I am looking to use this image for an online exhibition and need help located its original source. Please email me at aschell@nwhm.org.NWHMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16554535121039560484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-20301258308409886582011-06-25T14:16:54.130-07:002011-06-25T14:16:54.130-07:00Hi Lewis and thanks. One's perspective matters...Hi Lewis and thanks. One's perspective matters, obviously. These impressions were gleaned walking around our old apartment neighborhood in the mid-to-upper East 50s and East 60s, where the plethora of empty storefronts has grown significantly. The effect was actually amplified during a visit that day to Sony Music headquarters on Madison Avenue. Normally, the sound of record companies, which is one I know well, is one of loudness and great cheer. But inside Philip Johnson's edifice you could hear a pin drop (and it's not the first time I've noticed that effect there -- all post-downturn). Of course you can see these signs elsewhere (driving east on Route 30 from Paoli (just west of where we live) through the Main Line villages and towns into Philadelphia has aspects of Russell Lee Farm Services Administration/Depression photography), but on the upper East Side (and looking through the windows of Le Cirque at high-business hour), it's absolutely shocking. But with unemployment rates this high, you can't expect a robust retail sector. You're not mistaken in your observations about some other Manhattan neighborhoods. Apart from some residual affection I have for various things in New York and sections of the city, I really don't enjoy it any more, in part because it has become so unaffordable for most people and, especially, young people wanting to start an interesting life. I kind of loathe Le Cirque based on bad wedding memories. My favorite restaurant in the whole world, La Caravelle (you might call it Kennedy Administration classic French), closed a few years ago and a lot of my affection for the city vanished with it. We didn't/couldn't go there too often, but the food was superb and we were treated kindly, like family, which was an extraordinarily nice thing. They served martinis in beautiful small wine glasses that were etched with the image of the French sailing ship called La Caravelle. I'm glad you liked the Women's Bank photo. I thought it was cool also and it really brought something back for me. (By the way, I experienced that space as Le Pavillon, the bank and, most recently, my local Borders.) It was our bank for a spell and I stood in line there once next to Billy Idol, post-Generation X and pre-solo success. He looked spectacular and was very pleasant and happy to be recognized. For what it's worth, the Chelsea gallery scene is ok and does its job now that SoHo is no longer a mostly art neighborhood (I mean, it's about the art, not the neighborhood, basically), but it's a part of town that I've never warmed to, although there are a couple of pretty enjoyable, but not great, Spanish and Thai restaurants down there that are affordable and neighborhood-friendly. In the end, however, I was unexpectedly affected by that Post article about the Laffers and it stirred my imagination a little. What happened to make them snap? I don't expect that, given current news coverage editing demographics, anyone is ever likely to inquire. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-76705834230174016562011-06-25T12:29:34.201-07:002011-06-25T12:29:34.201-07:00well, i have found that history has served up quit...well, i have found that history has served up quite a number of public figures who have experienced personal growth on the public dime. nothing new, there. <br /><br />what is fascinating is your description of a crumbling empire. i don't know, i was in manhattan last winter and was shocked more by the m&m superstore, the shrine to lego and the sanitized midtown than anything else. chelsea seemed to be full of fresh energy and new businesses. my old far west village neighborhood had years ago transformed itself from haven for transvestite prostitution to haven for the chic and precious -- and, as of my last visit, still appears to be thriving in its pretensions and is, like the rest manhattan, utterly unaffordable for most humans. if it sounds like i am waxing nostalgic for the days of grit and grime and low rent, perhaps i am. in my mind's eye, there was something compelling about it. passionate. on the other hand, i have lately missed my parents' parties, where women wore long dresses and men wore ties and they smoked and drank and sang show tunes with the piano player as if they hadn't a care in the world.<br /><br />the truth is that what i know about le cirque could fit in a thimble. i don't visit the city enough to have a finger on its pulse, so i don't know much about that, either. what i do know is that as i grow older, i want things to line up with my memories. i pine away for what was, even if only a veneer. <br /><br />by the way, i adore that photo of the first women's bank gathering. fantastic. lewisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com