Tag Archives: NYC

Doubting disregard

In a world where images not only abound but tire one’s eyes, when a single picture shakes you out of your visual numbness, it is worth careful appreciation.

Rineke Dijkstra‘s photographs have such an impact.

I was walking around the MoMA in NYC and suddenly I felt I was forced to stop to look at one of the Dutch photographer’s images.

A Venus-like teen

While I continue my readings of Marina Castañeda‘s book on (homo)sexuality I have been constantly drawn to make considerations on adolescence.

Nowadays there seems to be a certain glorification of a stage of life that is undoubtedly very, very hard.

Dijkstra seems to be able to capture this longing for identity and awkwardness of the body like a mirror for these teens’ souls.


By showing teenagers in such respectful vulnerability, her series entitled Puberty raise questions on the true importance we give to this phase of life.

Should so much significance be put on people who barely know what is meaningful to them?

I am not so sure.

NYC week

When this post gets published, I’ll already be strolling down the streets of New York.

To celebrate my lovely trip to the Big Apple, I prepared a special series of posts about American artists I admire from all fields of the art world.

Since music is the art that appeals the most to me (it’s a visceral thing), I must start with it.

The American singer/musician/songwriter who has and will always have my utmost admiration is Fiona Apple

She’s as talented as can be and doesn’t even worry about success. She only makes music when she wants to and has a very interesting posture about the arts.


Pools, boys, NYC

In exactly four days I’m going to New York City to spend 10 days relaxing and doing some art research.

To compensate for the rather short time I’ll have to devote to this blog, I’m preparing a series of posts on American artists I admire, of all kinds.

When I was thinking about which ones to choose, I suddenly remembered a painting I had seen years ago of a beautiful boy taking a shower depicted with pastel colors in a very poetic way. After a brief research, I found it in my art archives:

Man Taking Shower in Beverly Hills, 1964

It turns out the artist is not American, but English. David Hockney is his name and he was involved in Pop Art (thus my belief he came from the USA).

I just love this series of swimming pools, bathrooms and boys. The geometry, the choice of color and subjects sends this message of relaxation, beauty and heat I really relate to.

His most famous painting:

A Bigger Splash, 1967

If longing for summer and relaxation can be translated into images, these are the best ones.