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The Wright: Even our Americano coffee was a work of art

This weekend’s leitmotif: art, art, and, oh, more art. Yup, the Brooklyn Gal got her fill Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Luck be a lady, indeed.

We kicked off the visual feast on Friday night with a Netflix rental of the comic satire (Untitled) (2009) starring one of our favorite bearded neurotics, Adam Goldberg, who plays Adrian Jacobs, an angry avant-garde musician, and Marley Shelton as Madeleine Gray, a sharp-cookie Manhattan gallerist, all blonde ambition wrapped up in sexpot stilettos and über-urbane, kick-ass outfits. Thumbs up from this here Brooklyn Gal.

On Saturday we headed to Soho to check out Park Slope painter Steven Skollar’s opening at Arcadia Fine Arts on Greene Street. Though we have little interest in sci-fi subjects or robots and the like we were totally knocked out by his remarkable talent. This dude is definitely the real deal.

After paella and vino at nearby Boqueria we forged on to an opening at the Invisible Dog art center in Carroll Gardens. Some of the work was impressive, most pedestrian, but heck, we are so in love with the philosophy, the local vibe and the ancient factory building where all of this coolness is housed that it really does not matter what the hey they hang on the walls. In the words of Arnold, we’ll be back.

Today was the pièce de résistance. As Guggenheim members, the Brooklyn Gal and her man got to view the Chaos and Classicism show before the museum’s opening hours. Jean Cocteau, Pablo Picasso, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe and new discovery, Dadaist Hannah Höch – all in Frank Lloyd Wright’s genius museum.

The capper: a pricey but lovely brunch at the Guggenheim’s on-site restaurant, The Wright

All in all, a weekend suitable for framing.


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