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See how stringent our security regulations in airports have become. (Thank goodness my Iphone takes pictures, otherwise my family would never have believed me.)

In other news, Easy Virtue is a better play than movie, at least in its most recent rendition. Hitchcock made an 1928 version of Noel Coward’s play–

Excuse me, I seem to have burned the inside of my hand showing my mom how to use her nifty new teapot. If anyone is familiar with glass teapots where you put the loose-leaf tea down a well in the center, and then press a button to open the inside of the teapot up to the hot water outside, let me know.

We’re a little confused down here as to how you are supposed to keep holding the button down. (Over the palm of your hand is incorrect.)

Ravels in Review Friday: Atlanta Edition

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Well, my dreams of travel have taken me somewhere after all: home to Georgia for a long weekend. And guess what? It’s hot and humid, just the way I like it. (As opposed to cold and rainy New York).

Georgia O’Keefe’s Peach and Glass [Georgia…Peach. Get it? The humidity makes me punny]

I felt like Santa Claus comig down with my backpack full of presents yesterday. It’s my mom’s birthday Saturday, Father’s Day Sunday, and my sister’s birthday Wednesday. Most of my old friends are here somewhere, and hopefully I’ll be able to see some of them athough it looks like I have a pretty jam-packed schedule AND I want to go the High Museum of Art. But we’ll see.

As to the ravels in review, we covered our cultural bases this week. We started with poetry, ala the life of Edna St. Vincent Millay, then got a dose of theater, with the Public Theater’s production of Twelfth Night, and rounding us off we talked about art old (nude Mona Lisa old, that is) and new (with Clay Ketter’s most recent work) with a dab of the wistful travelogue I mentioned.

Happy Friday!

No ‘Eye’: Clay Ketter’s Gulf Coast Slabs

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I missed the proverbial boat. Yep. I went on about how great Clay Ketter’s work is yesterday, and payed special attention to his most recent work, called Gulf Coast Slabs. These large-format photographs from the air of post-Katrina building foundations are still beautiful, and I would still love to see them in person. In fact, I could have.

As it happens, Ketter’s work was at the Volta art fair NY. I was at Volta, they were at Volta. (And I was disappointed in the offerings there.) Granted, art fairs make for a hectic sensory overload that could have clouded my judgement, but even so I think my ‘eye’ isn’t quite up to par. I’ve been reading The Art Dealers, a book profiling important American art dealers, and they all talk about having a “good eye” and being able to see things before other people do. I can’t even see what’s in front of my face! Guess I need to rule out art dealer as a career path.

Anyhow, some more beautiful images for you.