Fringed shirt hem and fringed shoes – too much? I ran out the door in this yesterday and didn't even realize my shoes matched my shirt until after the fact. Also please forgive the resting bitch face. I blame it on the need to squint in the bright evening sun.
I do love these shoes, but given how much I walk in the city, they'll be black-smeared in three wears. The sales associate made me size down a full size in them but I wouldn't necessarily recommend doing that because of feet swelling in the summer (half a size down might be best). Here's to hoping they will stretch. If they weren't so damn tight on me, they'd actually be incredibly comfortable walking shoes. Just an impractical color for this city.
You may remember my first Dia:Beacon post from about a year ago. A second visit this past weekend proved to be just as inspiring, if not more so. The "green room" by Dan Flavin (actually called untitled (to you, Heiner, with admiration and affection)) was the strangest alternate reality in that your brain is so overloaded with green that it tricks you into seeing purple. There's a window in that room and when I looked outside after my eyes adjusted, the trees, sky, and grass appeared purple. Crazy. I continue to admire the work of Agnes Martin, Fred Sandback, Sol LeWitt, Robert Ryman, Blinky Palermo, and Richard Serra (works pictured below).