Experienced David Byrne’s American Utopia show last night in Sacramento. Best show he’s led since Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense tour in the ‘80s and one of the Top 5 shows I’ve ever seen. All 12 musicians – including 6 percussionists – wore wireless instruments, freeing up the stage for choreography and lighting. No amps, no drum risers. A truly original combination of concert, performance art and dance. Leave it to David Byrne to lead the way again. We danced ecstatically to classics like “Burning Down the House” and “Once in a Lifetime” plus newer favorites. Words will ultimately fail to describe the astounding effects of this show.
Enthralling. Hugely entertaining. Just being US.
One night in the lives of 9 gay men in 1968; really the stories of our lives over the last 50 years – presented by brilliantly talented gay men. Very different people, bringing out all sides of themselves.
To be themselves today in 2018. Finally.
Love the yellows and blues predominant in Oslo’s landmark buildings. Here’s the Royal Palace, Parliament Building, and National Theater (with interior). Nice choice of plays, btw.
My suite in Oslo, Norway. Received a free upgrade because I asked for one. Sometimes that works. Modern design hotel with gorgeous original art throughout.
Full-featured spa, one of the nicest urban hotel spas I have visited. Lovely view of Oslo fjord.
Hotel is called The Thief, named for the island where it’s located – Tjuvholmen. At one time this was a nefarious area. Now, not so much.
Astrud Fearnley museum next to my hotel in Oslo has indoor and outdoor modern art exhibits. Orange windows for a current exhibition provide a surreal view of Oslo fjord.
Some of the worlds greatest art resides in churches. Caravaggio was commissioned to create three panels in the French Church of Saint Louis in Rome. Known for his extensive use of light and shadow, chiaroscuro, it takes seeing the paintings in the gloomy churches as they were meant to be displayed to appreciate the practical use of these effects. The natural light in the churches falls on the subjects from the same directions as they do in the paintings, which heightens the drama.
My favorite, The Calling of St. Matthew, beautifully illustrates how Caravaggio was breaking from the standard depiction of subjects in religious tableaux. Jesus is barely noticeable on the right as he points at St. Matthew, in contrast to the dominant role portrayed in other paintings. There’s even some doubt as to which subject is St. Matthew, the older man or the one with his head down.
Caravaggio was a bit of a rogue, so gambling implements and beautiful young men in the painting testify somewhat to his personal tastes. All these techniques contribute to a grittier realism that was a huge departure from idealized painting of the time, and a forerunner of many styles to follow.
Another fantastic venue for art, the mother church of the Jesuits, Il Gesu in Rome. The main ceiling fresco by Gaulli literally blasts the borders of art, which is a hallmark of the Baroque Style. The brilliantly colorful scene literally overflows the boundaries and the characters go from flat to sculpture. Truly a trompe l’oeil tour de force.
The main altar ain’t half bad either.
To one side, The Chapel of Saint Francis Xavier, cofounder of the Jesuits, is incredibly ornate, with polychromatic marbles and over-the-top gold gilding. And yes, that is part of his right arm in the reliquary, an arm which baptized over 300,000 people. And every day at 5:30 the Chapel of Saint Ignatius, founder of the Jesuits, is the site of a music and light show culminating in the appearance of Ignatius himself, or at least his effigy. Actually a panel depicting scenes of Ignatius’ life just slides down to reveal the statue. The earnestness of this low-tech production is really quite charming, especially in today’s world of wham bam special effects. Thanks to Jill Rowan and Chloe Rowan for telling me about this show.
Rome is famous for its fountains. Here are two of the most memorable.
Trevi Fountain has appeared countless films – Roman Holiday, La Dolce Vita, and Three Coins in The Fountain, to name a few.
Fountain of the Four Rivers was designed by Bernini for Pope Innocent X, and is in front of the family palazzo in Piazza Navona.
My loft at the Gran Melia resort, right next to the Vatican, in the middle of Rome.
One side of the loft has a view of the resort, which was full of blossoming orange trees. That’s St. Peter’s Basilica peeking over the hill. The view from the other side of the loft is a panorama of Rome.
This place is quite a find, with a full-featured spa, and a garden restuarant with incredible food.
History is full of leaders creating massive monuments to themselves. Two in Rome are 1700 years and a few hundred meters apart – Trajan‘s Column and the monument to King Emmanuel II.
Granted, Emmanuel’s achievement of uniting Italy in the 1800s was considerable, but most agree it did not justify the monstrosity erected on Capitoline Hill. Romans have coined several derogatory descriptions. My favorite is “The Dentures.” Chief among its crimes is dwarfing and crowding aside Michelangelo’s gorgeous Piazza del Campidoglio, which redefined the Roman Civic Center. Campidoglio pics are not mine, btw.
One fascinating thing about Rome is the ruins are at so many different levels. The Roman Forum has 2000-year-old ruins next to 1500-year-old ruins next to 1000-year-old ruins. You can literally step up and down through time. And in the background, perhaps the most famous ruin in Rome, The Colosseum.
Fun fact – The iconic Marcus Aurelius statue in Piazza del Campidoglio is now a replica. The original has been recently restored and will henceforth be kept in a climate-controlled environment in a newly-constructed addition to the Capitoline Museums.
Caravaggio’s John the Baptist, as we’ve never seen him before or since, also resides in the Capitoline Museums.
My place in Florence was in a villa owned for centuries by a prominent Florentine family. Nowadays they rent out part of the villa to help pay for upkeep of the estate. The view from my room was onto their garden, a park really, which is the largest private garden in Florence. The tower was originally used for astronomy. Based on the number of birds I saw flying in and out of the nooks and crevices, it’s now just a giant birdhouse.
The room at the Ad Astra in Florence was eclectic and fun, mixing mid-century furniture with period pieces.
The Ponte Vecchio (built in 1345 ), with view of the Uffizi Gallery ( center left ) on the Arno with hills of Tuscany in the background; Florence City Hall ( Palazzo Vecchio ); Mosaic on front of Florence Cathedral ( Duomo ); Main front doors of the Duomo.
At Peggy Guggenheim’s Venice palazzo – A roomful of Pollocks!
Friend, wife, mentor, mentee. Peggy knew them all. After meeting Piet Mondrian at his studio, she commented, “He kissed me and I was surprised to discover how young he was at 72!”
I suppose if you’re married to the artist you’re fair game for his paintings. Peggy Guggenheim is both the figure in red and the blue-haired figure next to the horse. Hubby Max Ernst imagined himself as the horse in “The Antipope”.
If I could look at that view all day, I’d be excited too. When she had certain guests, Peggy use to unscrew and remove the potentially offensive item. It’s now permanently attached.
Lions and Titians and Bosches, oh my! At the Gallerie dell’Accademia
My hotel suite in Venice was nice enough, though not as high style as others I’ve stayed in. To it’s credit, the shower was big enough to sublet – complete with large porthole window looking over the canal. And the TV’s appearing in the bathroom mirrors were a lot of fun.The room was full of high-end Venetian glass, though the placement was a bit odd. That’s nearly $3000 worth of gorgeously hued fazoletto ( crinkled handkerchief ) vases tucked away in a dim corner.
All the windows had great canal views, even the funky half windows behind bars, since I could see through them laying down in bed or sitting on the couch. The reason for these was the hotel was originally a glass factory, and the exteriors could not be altered in history-conscious Venice.
My favorite Venetian art glass on this trip was at Seguso. The lovely Giulia Seguso, latest descendant of the family making glass in Venice since 1397(!), graciously displayed some pieces to their best effect outside the studio. Stunning!