Photos From Around The Block: The Rest From The Met (Part Three)

In this, the last installment from my first trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I give you… art. This one is mostly pictures of art. Also some pictures of people on the street in New York while I was waiting for the bus. But most importantly, in this post, I give you a peek of the wonder that is Visible Storage.

I can hardly contain my excitement.

To the pics…

A Boy and His Dog

A Boy and His Dog

A Day in New York is an Art

A Day on the Streets of New York is an Art

Brass

Brass

Ceiling Reflections

Ceiling Reflections

Chinese Costumes

Chinese Costumes

Creepy Face in the Trees

Creepy Face in the Trees

Crossing Against The Light Is An Art

Crossing Against The Light Is An Art

Hailing a Cab is an Art

Hailing a Cab is an Art

Hidden Self Portrait

Hidden Self Portrait

Is He Daydreaming or is He Thinking About Her

Is He Daydreaming or is He Thinking About Her

Madison Avenue

Madison Avenue

Obvious Self Portrait

Obvious Self Portrait

Reflection of the Clouds Through a Glass Ceiling

Reflection of the Clouds Through a Glass Ceiling

She Thinks She's Better Than Us... Hold My Baby

She Thinks She’s Better Than Us… Hold My Baby

The Joy that is Visible Storage... Behold

The Joy that is Visible Storage… Behold

The Musical Instruments Wing

The Musical Instruments Wing

These Two Make Quite The Pair

These Two Make Quite The Pair

Visible Storage Forever

Visible Storage Forever

Window Shopping is Also an Art

Window Shopping is Also an Art

You Should Have Quit While You Were A Head

You Should Have Quit While You Were A Head

That’s it.

I hope you enjoyed my trip to the Met as much as I did.

Until next time,

– Mel

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Photos From Around The Block: My Trip to the Met (Part Two)

When last we spoke, there were pictures and people and artwork and stuff and things…

and Visible Storage.

I have more pics.

And my feet still hurt.

To the pics…

At The Met

At The Met

Beautiful Lamps

Beautiful Lamps

Clouds Outside

Clouds Outside

Construction

Construction

Cracking Paint

Cracking Paint

Degas

Degas

Don't Look At My Penis

Don’t Look At My Penis

Don't. You'll Ruin My Alabaster Skin

Don’t… You’ll Ruin My Alabaster Skin

Egyptian Pond

Egyptian Pond

Girls Like Art

Girls Like Art

Green Light

Green Light

Ladder in the Window

Ladder in the Window

Nice Fountain... wait what name is that... Bad Fountain

Nice Fountain… wait what name is that? Bad Fountain. Bad, Bad Fountain.

Paintings and People and Paintings of People

Paintings and People and Paintings of People

Reflections Off The Glass Ceiling

Reflections Off The Glass Ceiling

Someone's Being Naughty and I Think It's Me

Someone’s Being Naughty and I Think It’s Me

Flowers

Sunflowers

The View Through The Windows

The View Through The Windows

The Way Out

The Way Out

This Chick Here

This Chick Here

That’s all for part two.

Until next time,

– Mel

Photos From Around the Block: Metropolitan Museum of Art

I spent most of yesterday at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’m exhausted and I still barely scratched the surface of that place. I was mostly in the European Paintings wing (post 1800). But I got around to all the exhibits. Including the Chinese costumes in the basement and the new Van Gogh paintings (that they did not let me photograph) and Visible Storage. I loved Visible Storage. I could have spent the entire day down there.

I have pictures from inside the museum and pictures from outside. Pictures with people and pictures without. A few artsy. A few abstract. And a bunch from Visible Storage. Have I mentioned how much I loved Visible Storage? It’s just shelf after shelf and case after case of stuff they didn’t have room for upstairs. I walked for miles and miles and my feet, they hurt like hell. But I had a great time and I’m going back… just after I let my feet heal a bit.

I ended the day with 329 photos. I cut that down to sixty; Forty good ones and twenty extras that I just wanted to post. So my trip to the Met will be a trilogy. Part one will be my favorite pics from the day. Part two will be the much-anticipated sequel. And part three will be like all part threes; not nearly as good as the first two, seemingly directed by a different person, and featuring a high-priced star who’s just phoning it in by that point.

And as is always the case… I didn’t learn a damn thing.

My poor feet.

To the pics.

A Couple

A Couple and a Coffin

Brush Strokes

Brush Strokes

Cloud Through The Window

Cloud Through The Window

Drawings

Drawings

Egyptian Cats

Egyptian Cats

Egyptian Pond Reflected Window

Egyptian Pond Reflected Window

Holding Up the Wall

Holding Up the Wall

Horses

Horses

I Want This In My Home

I Want This In My Home

Knights

Knights

Let Me Play You A Little Ditty

Let Me Play You A Little Ditty

Metropolitan Musem of Art

Metropolitan Musem of Art

Sax Man

Sax Man

Sculpture Hall

Sculpture Hall

Self Portrait with Creepy Guy

Self Portrait with Creepy Guy

Taking Pics

Taking Pics

The Precious

The Precious

This Girl

This Girl

This Kid

This Kid

View From The Balcony

View From The Balcony

That’s it for now.

– Mel

Playing God

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Sometimes a writer decides
To reach inside your chest
And try to pull out your heart
Stop it, dammit! It ain’t a spare part

Emotions stirred, shaken, blasted
I think of everything I invested
In the writer’s tale and characters
Letting
One play God with mere letters

The sole act of writing
Such an obscenely powerful thing
Writers simply handed blank cheques
Readers reduced to quivering wrecks

Image credit: Mashable.com

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Spared or Spoiled Film Reviews: Jurassic World

The rules are simple. The good get spared. The bad get spoiled.

Jurassic World (Universal Pictures)

Jurassic World Poster

Directed by Colin Trevorrow

Written by Rick JaffaAmanda SilverDerek Connolly and Colin Trevorrow  Based on characters created by Michael Crichton

Starring Chris PrattBryce Dallas HowardVincent D’OnofrioTy SimpkinsNick RobinsonOmar SyB. D. Wong & Irrfan Khan

There were some cute things about this movie. For one, every single time Chris Pratt is on-screen you see his amazing star quality. There are a couple of call-backs to the first Jurassic Park which are… cute and nostalgic. The characters, including the techs in the control room and the main (human) villain, are all very cute. So there were some cute things but for the most part the movie is very bad. Very very bad. The direction is garbage. The writing is laughable. Whenever a character makes a speech, it’s full of clichés that don’t fit the situation. There is a pivotal scene where thousands of people are running wild in the streets of the park trying to get out-of-the-way of flying dinosaurs. It’s a fucking resort. That means there is enough hotel space for every guest and every worker and they just have to go indoors. No deaths. No fatalities. Except for the professionals.

Raptors from Jurassic Park

And Bryce Dallas Howard… has she always been this bad an actor? Not only is the character badly written (more on that) but she’s horrible. Badly directed. Badly written. Everything. The movie is so bad it’s silly. The main monster keeps changing size because of bad special effects. The only good plot points are ones found in the original movie from 20 years ago (except the raptors are the good guys now). The PG13 rating means that even the deaths are boring. And I don’t want to play the villain here, but that John Williams Jurassic Park fanfare is awful. John Williams is a genius but that Jurassic Park theme is not his best work. The movie is awful.

Verdict: SPOILED

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SPOILER ALERT

Okay the number one thing wrong with this movie is Claire Dearing (Played by Bryce Dallas Howard). The worst female character in an action movie since King Kong and Fay Wray. Every word out of her mouth is insulting to more than half of the human race and should really make the other half cringe.

Jurassic World and the incredible shrinking monster

Firstly she’s a manager. The manager of a jungle theme park on an island near Costa Rica. That should be a good feminist message. Woman in charge. Except for the fact that she’s not. She questions every one of her own decisions and is frequently wrong. She is not only bad at her job. But she’s bad at being bad at her job.

Jurassic World Pandemonium

Secondly, she dated Chris Pratt’s character… once. It was a bad date because she was too “organized”. What? She dated one of her employees. Yes, he’s hot. But how much worse can she be at her job? Next, she allows him to talk to her like she’s a little girl. While she not only increases the death count at the park but seems to only care about her two nephews. (by the way. How annoying are these two kids? Well, I was rooting for a grizzly death). Her sister trusts her to take care of these privileged bratty obnoxious kids… but she has no motherly instincts. (And they didn’t give me a bucket for my throw-up).

Jurassic-World-Raptor-Bike-Chase

Lastly, when she is told that her shoes are wrong for running away from wild animals. She wraps her sweater around her waist and rolls up her sleeves. She changes her style of dress to show that she is ready to get her white dress dirty. Nah. This character is too stupid to live. Somebody please eat her. She never takes off her heels. She never gets eaten and the two brats survive while better characters, better people and better actors get killed. I mean c’mon.

jurassic-world Chris and the brats

And in the end. After dozens of deaths from her staff and hundreds of injuries and fatalities from her guest. And after leaving her post to chase after two brats. She is reduced to a babysitter and this is presented as a positive character development. She completely sucked at her job but her nephews survived (and yes I believe she’s lactating. She’s lactating!) So, sweetie, have you gotten all the silly managerial nonsense out of your pretty little head? Good. Now go make babies with Chris Pratt… that’s all you’re good for.

Bryce Dallas Howard

Jurassic World is the worst movie of the year so far, with the most offensive portrayal of a female lead I have seen in decades. Do yourself a favor. Don’t watch this crap and go watch Furiosa kick some War Boy ass in Fury Road instead.

– Mel

Photos From Around The Block: Central Park (Jurassic) Edition

I went to see Jurassic World (more on that later). The weather man said there was a good chance of thundershowers, so I brought my camera and a bunch of plastic bags. I really wanted to get some storm shots. A good storm is the best time to take candid pictures of people. During a storm. But alas there was no storm. It was sunny and nice. So I walked over to Central Park and took some pics along the way. And here they are…

I call this series: Orbs, Reflections and the Fading Lights

To the pics…

Essex House

Statues

Statues

Orbs

Orbs

Orbs

Orbs

Orbs

Reflections

Reflections

Trees

Reflections

ReflectionsTreesFading Light

Fading Light

Depth

Orbs

DrugsIce CreamThat’s all I got. Gonna get some Ice Cream and head home.

Until next time,

– Mel

Sense 8 on Netflix (a love story)

This weekend I watched the new Wachowski series on Netflix called Sense 8. What follows are my barely edited thoughts…

Sense8 (Netflix – 12 episodes)

Sense8

Created by The Wachowskis & J. Michael Straczynski

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski

Directed by The Wachowskis, Tom TykwerJames McTeigue and Dan Glass

Starring Aml AmeenAlfonso HerreraDoona BaeJamie ClaytonTina DesaiTuppence MiddletonMax RiemeltMiguel Ángel SilvestreBrian J. SmithFreema AgyemanTerrence MannAnupam KherNaveen Andrews & Daryl Hannah

I loved everything about this show. Sense8 is straight drama with the slightest hint of sci-fi action adventure. But it is, at its core, a drama. After 12 episodes I can’t even count how many times this show almost made me cry. Yes. There are some fight scenes (at least one per episode) and there’s some shooting and action but that’s not where Sense8 shines. Sense8 shines when it’s breaking our hearts. And I loved it.

Sense8 photo 4

Sense8 is the story of eight distinct people. Eight people who are worlds apart and miles apart. One an actor in Mexico City. Two a business woman in Seoul. Three a DJ in London. A cop in Chicago. A trans woman in San Francisco. A van driver in Nairobi. A young scientist in India, and a criminal in Germany. And it is in our discovering of these characters that Sense8 is at its absolute phenomenal best. Us discovering them and them discovering each other.

Sense 8 photo

In Sense8, eight people share a connection that allows them to see, hear, feel, taste, smell, remember and share emotions and aspirations with the seven other people in their “cluster”. Although miles apart they are able to communicate and help each other as they’re hunted by a corporation and a mysterious man who also has the power to project himself into the minds of some of the Sense8.

I can’t really explain it, but what it is to me is a vehicle for absolutely outstanding character development and exciting and emotional and I loved this show so fucking much. But I have no words to describe it properly. So I’m just gonna say this…

Sense8 photo 3

You ever say that you’re going to re-watch something? I say it a lot. I watch a full season of a show and swear I’ll watch it again. I may even buy the DVDs or save it to my hard-drive. But I never really get around to it. There’s always already a backlog of things I need to watch (or do). Well, I’m watching this shit again. Probably this weekend. One of the most enjoyable fucking things I have seen in a long time. I’m gonna watch it several times probably. I loved this show so much I want to marry it.

The Actor

Sense8 is so many things at the same time. It is sexy as all hell. Interesting, entertaining. It is romantic and heartbreaking. It is frustrating and crowd-pleasing. Exciting. Did I mention that the S. Korean business woman is also a kick-ass bad-ass kick boxing martial artist? Or that the trans woman is a hacker? The criminal a psychotic mastermind? The group compliment each other but it is in the scenes where they combine their powers that it almost becomes a superhero program. “Our eight powers combine as one.” (NOT actual dialogue from the show)

Machete Sense8

My only problem with it, if I had to find one, is that every character has their own accent. They’re all decent actors but not all are the best English speakers. And all the characters are speaking English. Well not really. They’re speaking their native languages but we hear them as English with many different accents. Including British actors doing American accents and more. This is a little annoying at first for me because I can’t stand bad accents… I’m sorry. Except I guess that a whole mess of subtitles would have been even more messy. Plus they have to communicate with each other. So I’m nit-picking.

Sense8 Poster

Sense8 is damn near perfect. I didn’t know what to expect and I was pleasantly surprised by a show featuring eight main characters, all in different cities and different countries, and every single one beautifully connected to the others. A fantastic show.

– Mel