The only time I went out this sweltering weekend was Friday night, to explore the Met with some friends. It's open late then, and the Jeff Koons exhibition on the roof was open and hopping (a little too much for my tastes, especially when it's 95 degrees).
The backhanded benefit to the roof crowd, though, was how empty the museum was inside. Cool, quiet, cavernous rooms all to yourself- the ideal way to absorb some artistic inspiration.
This little friend was in the Oceanic-Meso America wing. Being a terrible art history student, I have no idea as to his origins, but I want to say Incan or Aztec. But maybe that's just the frozen Mexican hot chocolate I was too hot to make all weekend talking.
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that guy might even predate the inca civilization, or perhaps be a part of the mochica, nazca or some other andean culture. hmmmmm...
speaking of mochica, they were known for their erotic pottery. it's rather, um, stimulating. http://www.museolarco.org/igal_er.shtml
the rooftop shots are awesome, and i sure hope it was a teeny bit cooler up there.
it wasn't cooler, actually, even armed with prosecco.
now i need go get educated about mochachinos. this should be good...
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