On Sunday afternoon I walked between a naked man and woman in public, through a doorway actually. They stared at me as I tried to avoid her breasts and to not graze his genitals with my oversized handbag. I couldn’t make eye contact with them, though I felt their breath. No, this wasn’t a sex party, nor a strip club. This was the Museum of Modern Art here in New York City, folks. This nude couple was re-enacting “Imponderabilia,” a performance first staged by artist Marina Abramovic and Ulay, her partner, at an art gallery in 1977. This is one of five live performances — three nude ones — of Abramovic’s that is being staged as part of The Artist is Present exhibit, a 40-year survey of the work of the self-proclaimed “grandmother of performance art.” Good timing, MoMA, since it’s National Women’s History Month …
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True, the hospitality industry is a competitive one, but what could upscale hotels possibly think of next to one-up each other’s luxury amenities? The Wynn in Vegas just opened up a “booty parlor,” the Miami Ritz-Carlton offers guests a “tanning butler,” and Chicago’s Sax Hotel will make you feel like a celeb, by customizing your stay to mimic that of a demanding celeb (like J. Lo or Ari Gold) with the “Celebrity Rider Package.”
As a sophisticated hotel on top of its game, the Soho Grand in New York City offers guests a number of unique “signature services,” including bikes to take around town and an iPod loaner program, and the very unique service of companionship … Keep reading »
The email perplexed me:
Joanne, Sorry to sound pathetic, but have I done something to offend you? — Michelle*
There was no clue, no context. Really, was I on my own here to deconstruct what the hell Michelle, a college buddy from 12 years back, was referring to? How could she have done anything offensive when we hadn’t spoken in more than a few months?
This discovery came on a recent Saturday morning; while mulling over my response, I poured myself a second cup of coffee and settled into the couch again with my laptop for another weekend ritual, catching up on Facebook, where Michelle’s status update, I suspected, was designed for my eyes: “Is it still possible to remain friends with someone whom you have very little in common? I thought it was.” Double-whammy. WTF? Keep reading »