Matt Feldman Photography
Looking down on an empty plaza, from the top of the Centre Pompidou.
My favourite museum in the world. A single shot, just off center, tweaked to a kaleidoscopic perspective. This would be a fun print.
The sign says “The most important collection of modern and contemporary art in Europe.” That both says it all, and is merely a beginning — a portal to…
I am selflessly volunteering. It starts with some kind of twitch, I think, and from what I can gather, most of you are afflicted with some form of this thing, too: After going some while without being on a plane across an ocean, without having another stamp in the passport, without the struggle of a strange language in a strange land, without the gastrointestinal chaos that inevitably comes from cuisine found just the other side of one’s sphere of microbial familiarity, the twitch metastasizes.
Years ago, before a trip to New York City, I read about Donald Judd’s studio and efforts to preserve its contents and open it to visitors. Yesterday’s New York Times has a beautifully written story about Judd, his work and those restoration efforts, now complete.