Sure, Bernini, I know this is supposed to be Poseidon taking Persephone into the underworld, but in reality, it’s Monday…coming for us all. You go, Persephone, put up that fight!
Sure, Bernini, I know this is supposed to be Poseidon taking Persephone into the underworld, but in reality, it’s Monday…coming for us all. You go, Persephone, put up that fight!
Happy birthday, Alicia Silverstone! Thank you for gifting us with calling someone a Monet and falling for Paul Rudd. Even now, whatta Baldwin.
Being in Washington, DC, I’m pretty used to walking into museums and walking straight out just because they’re free. But sometimes, when I’m feeling like money is no object (which seems to occur one business day after the 15th and 30th of each month…), I do swanky, suave things like unnecessary online shopping and paying admission.
No, but really: One of my most favorite destinations in our nation’s capital is the Phillips Collection. Turns out their Chief Curator stepped down earlier this week — Eliza Rathbone, pictured above, said the following in response to announcing a successor:
No; I don’t think the museum is looking to hire a chief curator, per se…the Phillips is well prepared to carry on with wonderful shows, and I’ll be very much involved in its future—just in a slightly new capacity.
Coy, ‘Liza. You know I’m just gonna go ahead and wait for my phone call.
Read more about the Phillips’ darling, Renoir’s Luncheon of the Boating Party, here.
Huffington Post created a faux playbill to accompany the news of a Vincent musical coming out next year. I’m surprised and yet, quite relieved, Paul Gauguin was only mentioned once in this song lineup. Though “‘Twas a Super Starry Night” and “Goodbye Ear-l” as songs in the mix? Groan, I’d almost trade ’em in for more Gauguin mentions. Hey, I said almost.

Happy birthday, Julie Andrews. I hope it’s supercalifrageli…uh, grand.
Please, please, pleaaaaseeeeee, Mallory Ortberg?!! Just hire me already.
Read the entire series “Women Who Want to be Alone” here.

i have my needlework
and my secrets
ahh i would love to stay and go out with you
i would love that
so much
but i have to keep running away from you
sorry
😦
how did you say 😦 out loud like that
idk sorry cant stop running away tho!!
ahh sorryyyy
sorry my arms are trees now
what’s that, can’t hear you, arms are trees
Over the weekend, I elbowed through hipster crowds in this unusual late-September heat to view pretzel earrings and graphic tees at Crafty Bastard. I don’t know why there aren’t more things like this in DC. Let’s fix that, crafters!
One of my favorite stands though was Alternate Histories. A T-Rex in Botticelli’s Birth of Venus? A dinosaur interrupting the serenity of The Grande Jatte? Sign me up. Turns out this guy also has a book coming out in October. I mean, you already know how I feel about an altered Venus…