Month: July 2009

Last Day at the Whitney

Well, today was the last day at the Whitney.  I got all emo and maudlin in the last post, so I will spare you all the details.  You know I’m sad to be leaving, hopefully I’ll be back one day.  Boo emotions.

Last night I went to my last Beer Crawl, which was a sparsely attended event at the Scratcher on East 5th Street right by Cooper Union.  The East Village trek was an excuse to hit up Sundaes and Cones.  They didn’t have taro, my go-to flavor (sad) so I settled for some strawberry cheesecake doused with hot fudge.  I would have liked more of a prevalent cheesecake flavor in the ice cream but the hot fudge was stellar.

Yes, that is all hot fudge.  Awesome.
Yes, that is all hot fudge. Awesome.

I also ducked into Toy Tokyo, which is similar to Kid Robot but a little more fanboy, and has a marvelous array of all things toy-nerd-Japanese.  Love it.  Anyhow, I’m bummed that the Whitney internship is over, I am bummed by the horrible disgusting humid weather, generally i’m bummed.  Hopefully the weekend will revive me.  Chapel Hill on Monday, extremely surreal.

Three Hour Lunch

How is tomorrow my last day at the Whitney?  I am incredibly uber-sad.  I love my department: my understanding and generous supervisor, Christa who is funny and cool and down to earth, Theresa my intern buddy with whom I bemoaned the horrors of grad and post-grad school, Rebekah and Molly down in the subcellar who always brightened my day when they popped upstairs, Alicia with whom I wandered SoHo…so many good people!  Hopefully we will stay in touch.

The farewells began today, alas.  My supervisor treated the interns to a farewell lunch at Spice, a Thai place on 2nd, and we lingered for three hours discussing everything: East Coast vs. West Coast Judaism, the Club Kids of New York City in the 1980s, Kiki and Herb, various museum experiences, the meaning of the word “hipster,” my supervisor’s adorable-sounding children, and, of course, the New York food scene.  Speaking of food, I ate some: vegetable dumplings and pad thai.  The dumplings were wonderfully chewy and a little nutty (I have not yet had bad dumplings; they all taste a little different but it is hard to displease me when it comes to dough stuffed with delicious things) and a serviceable and sweet pad thai.



Lunch was long and leisurely and we didn’t get back to the Whitney until 4:15, and then I did a bit of shopping, and then the interns and I headed upstairs for the farewell interns party which involved some cupcakes and cookies and much talking and many staff members from the museum.  And then I got sad, because I am leaving.  Yes, sadness hit my heart, and I’m still feeling a little sad.  I had to say goodbye to my supervisor and Alicia, and I dislike goodbyes, I really do.  Tomorrow is the official last day which means uber-sadness.  Do. Not. Like.

Allright, enough angst and melodrama.  Time to go to my last Beer Crawl. Ungh.  Sad.

Last Wednesday

In the city, and it wasn’t too active I am afraid.  Work is wonderfully busy.  The curators met today to approve gifts, and there were many gifts (I believe around forty-five objects total).  Some of the works were not approved, or met vigorous debate before being approved.  Said debates/conversations involved issues of differing taste, the subject of politics when dealing with donors, the odd particularities of conceptual art, and the legacy, mission, and history-building aspects of the museum.  I won’t go too far into detail regarding said debates because it is not my place and certain things should remain behind closed doors, but it was fascinating and a privelege to get to witness the conversations held at this curatorial meeting.  A really unusual time, and an aspect of the Whitney that I had not yet experienced during my time at the museum.

Once the curatorial meeting was over Theresa, Christa (the documentation assistant who also went to Pine View and the University of Florida) and I had to get to work cataloging all the new art.  Cataloging involves measuring, making notes of any signatures/markings on the fronts and backs of the works, and transcribing labels on the frames.  If you find irregularities, such as a tear in the backing board or debris, you make a note of it.  I found a little tiny (dead) bug in one of the prints I was cataloging.  The frames on those prints are original, so that bug has been there since the piece was made in the late 1970s.  Hopefully one of the conservators will remove the little dead 1970s bug.  I actually really enjoy cataloging, though I feel bad having to constantly get art handlers to move/turn over/prop up the works for me so I can see their reverse side.  Part of the job, I guess.  Anyhow, working with the art is great!

This evening I didn’t do much.  I fought the horrible rain and thunder and humidity to the gym and back again, worked at eating down the food in my fridge, and recorded a podcast with Brad.  Said podcast will be posted sometime next week; worry not, I will link to it.  Now: more packing and cleaning and getting ready to leave New York City.  Which is ridiculous.  I love New York City, so I am definitely sad to leave, but I am also definitely ready to be back home.  Bittersweet indeed.

Oh, also, Rebekah, one of my Frying Pan buddies and one of the more solid people at the Whitney, has a really lovely photoblog that captures quirky, unusual images of her day.  You should check it out here.