Luce Center Visible-Storage

Silver Aisle in the Met’s Luce Center Visible Storage Gallery

In New York’s huge Metropolitan Museum of Art or simply the Met, tucked away in one of its hidden corners, is the Luce Center, a visible-storage facility that displays more than 10,000 works of American fine and decorative art. Walking its aisles is like walking through a fine department store. In it, objects are arranged by material (paintings, sculpture, furniture and woodwork, glass, ceramics and silver), and within these categories they are further arranged by chronology and form.

Think of the Luce Center as the chorus line of the Met’s artworks, on stage, but not yet in the spotlight. Someday, one or two or even a few of these pieces will leave their glass case and be featured in some art show, say a retrospective of colonial era silver-smithing, but for most items this is their lot in life. A work of art, but not a great work of art. The corridor lights are motion activated, where illumination signals the arrival of the next occasional visitor. The lights shine for only a brief while, as someone marches down the aisle reviewing, but not really seeing. There are too many to see or to savor. Still, it beats being locked away in a box. You are after all on display, in showbiz sort of speak, if only in the chorus line, but maybe, just maybe, someday a star.

The Met’s collection is all online. That includes all of the objects in the Luce Center. Objects can be searched for. Online though, each object is catalogued and displayed individually. There is no sense of their collective presence. No chorus line to review. Every one of these objects is just a singular sensation.


Even though yesterday was V-E Day, we took a break from our relentless pursuit of World War II era justice, in the series Foyle’s War. We had already screened pass the V-E Day episode and have entered the post-war era. For a break, we watched the 2010 Rom-Com Valentine’s Day. It is a star-studded affair. Virtually a who’s-who of that year’s silver screen luminaries. It was an enjoyable piece of fluff that indulged is some serious tinsel town navel gazing. Set entirely on its namesake’s day, we follow this truly large ensemble cast’s trials and tribulations, all in the name of love. The part that I liked the most actually occurred at the end of the movie, while the credits were rolling.

If featured Julia Roberts, who plays a returning servicewoman, on only a very brief leave. Most of the movie she has been seated next to Bradley Cooper on a plane. He is playing a high flying businessman, sort-of-speak. Throughout the movie is teased their A-list hookup, but this is not to be. Instead, Cooper lends her his limo, so that she can have a few more minutes, out of her all too brief leave, with her significant other. In the credits, she is headed back to the airport and while passing Rodeo Drive, the limo driver asks her, if she has ever shopped there. Her big meta moment comes with the answer, “Big mistake. Big. Huge.” An allusion to her Pretty Woman role. I warned you about the naval gazing.

Escape From New York

Fort Tilden is an abandoned US Army base that is located in the Rockaway part of Queens. It fronts the Atlantic and is now part of the Jamaican Beach unit of the Gateway National Recreation Area that is being run by the National Parks Service. It is one of a dozen other sites scattered around New York’s harbor that are similarly managed. Originally built as a coastal defense site for World War I, it also saw military service during World War II and the Cold War, before it was eventually decommissioned. Named after Samuel Tilden, who once served as New York’s Governor, it protected the entrance to New York Harbor from first naval attack and then later during the Cold War air attack. In addition to the above pictured post-apocalyptic looking installations, this park also features nice sandy beaches and plenty of wildlife. Dan and Britt visited it yesterday, sending these photos and others, including one that showed Oyster Catchers on the beach. Being a weekday, they had the place all to themselves. In addition to the copious graffiti, the place has been home to temporary art installations and still houses some ongoing art collectives. It is a wild place on the edge of the city.

Today is Anne’s birthday. In addition to recieving many online good wishes, she celebrated with presents and a takeout catered dinner from Acero an Italian restaurant, located in Maplewood. While she was doing Gyro, I went to fetch it. Our menu consists of two kinds of salad, Insalata Mista (Romaine, Blue Cheese, Cranberry, Apple, Red Onion, Local Pecans) and a mixed green one (Field Greens, Pistachio, Parmigiano Reggiano, Herb Vinaigrette). The main courses are a five-hour braised short rib (Whipped Potato, Mixed Vegetables, Red Wine Sugo) and Alaskan Halibut (Celery Root Puree, Roasted Mushrooms, Bok Choy, Ramp Sugo). We finish this meal off with her homemade strawberry pie. But wait, there’s more. We piled onto this order a second pasta meal that we’ll enjoy tomorrow. It will feature Tagliolini (Wild Mushrooms, Shallots, Brown Butter, Parmigiano) and Casarecce (Duck Ragu, Shishito Pepper, Thyme, Piave Vecchio) dishes. Happy Birthday, Anne! 🤡🍭🍾🧨🎈🎊🎉

Hermès Windows on Manhattan

Hermès is a high-end fashion accessory store that originally comes from Paris, but these windows were photographed in midtown Manhattan. Both windows show playful scenes of cute furry animals playing the rather human games of ping-pong and cards. Like Macy’s, Hermès is know for its decorative window displays. These pictures were taken in the fall of 2018, on the cusp of the Christmas shopping season. Anne and I had spent all day marching up and down the island of Manhattan, trying to stay outside, because the forecast for the coming days held lots of rain. Previously, we had swung by Macy’s, where Dan had been working on his own Christmas window displays. After his shift was over, he introduced us to Britt and then we all went out to dinner.

Those were happier times in New York than these days are. Still, some joy can still be found. Yesterday, a belated birthday present arrived for Dan. Anne, with the help of Jane had sent a Zingerman’s care package full of goodies. Dan and Britt had been sheltering in place and were both giddy with its receipt. They are at Dan’s apartment, which is in a converted three unit Brooklyn brownstone. At the outbreak of the epidemic, one of his two neighbors quickly moved out and has not been seen since. Over last weekend, the other unit’s neighbors also disappeared. Now, Dan and Britt are home alone in NYC. All they need now is a cameo from Donald Trump, for their own remake of Home Alone 2: Lost in New York or they could do the Canadian version of the film and edit him out of it.

I had just read an article in The City that tells the tale of two cities and which includes a New York City map that showed the changes in the amount of household garbage collected this last March, compared to a year ago. According to the article, you can think of garbage as the canary in the coal mine, when it comes to social trends. As people shelter in place, in less affluent neighborhoods the amount of garbage is up, but in the richer neighborhoods garbage collection is down. This map showed that while the amount of garbage collected was up for most of New York, it was down significantly in high rent Manhattan. The gist of this article was that this decline is attributable to wealthier Manhattanites fleeing to their summer homes in the Hamptons and the like. This article goes on to note other buildings like Dan’s, where most of the tenants have fled town. 

Dead Horse Bay

Saturday, Brit and Dan escaped the confines of their apartment, after having been cooped up in it for the duration, while living in the middle of the hot zone, at least for one afternoon. They may or may not already have had the virus, without testing, there is just no knowing for now. Still they are attired in face masks, showing their caution, concern and solidarity with others.

Near the southern tip of Brooklyn, just off of Flatbush Avenue, on the Long Island Sound, lies Dead Horse Bay. It is not the most picturesque of locales, but still somehow seems quite suitable for these dystopian times. The place is so named for the 19th-century horse rendering plants that used to be there. Over time, with the advent of the automobile, the need for horses and their eventual rendering disappeared over time. The place was then repurposed as a landfill, filled with mounds of garbage. These were capped with soil, but since the land is a tidal marsh, subsequent sea storms burst that cap. It was high tide when they visited, thus obscuring one of the place’s attractions, Broken Bottle Beach. This beach is full of glass from the thousands upon thousands of broken bottles that were washed out of the landfill. In the half-dozen photos that he sent, there are no other people around, lending an eerie spookiness to the place. 

Examining these two photos, I deduced that Dan, always the set dresser, had done some “gardening” in-between each shot. We wondered if the hulk was left over from super-storm Sandy, but Dan said that it hadn’t been there two years ago, when he last visited the place and Brit hadn’t see it either, last December. People must just like leaving their toys lying about.