On Monday I was in New York City for the day to see the Alexander McQueen "Savage Beauty" exhibit at the MET. The exhibit evoked what we are as humans, with each collection he told stories through religion, politics, and history. The exhibit rooms were packed and at times it was a little distracting to overhear some of the comments, but ultimately nothing could detract from McQueen's vision and work. I can't say exactly why other than that there was this primal and instinctual energy surrounding these collections. Something that speaks to the ancient emotional reptilian core of our earthly souls. This was one of the best experiences of my life, I felt overwhelmed with emotion and cried tears of joy. In that very moment there was a connection between myself and each piece of art. I walked away feeling honored to have been in the presence of his work. He left little to the imagination and was the true definition of an artist. It took nearly three hours to complete the entire exhibition. Before heading back home to Boston I spent some time thrifting in the East Village, had dinner with one of my best friends Jenny, Gabi, Emily and some familiar faces at "Cafe Habana" in Soho. There was a bar down the street called "Sweet and Vicious" that I've never been to. I highly recommend it to those who like pretentious hipsters, outdoor seating, and a smoking section.
