Courbet is coming. Next month at the Met.
At work at the Stamford biznezplex, I noticed that the white clapboard across the water was wonderfully lit up by the setting sun. The house is mid-century, set just back from the water, brilliantly white, and the magic hour sun made it glow warmly and seductively. Then I noticed almost every other window on the side of my building had its blinds drawn. Nobody was seeing this gorgeous late afternoon light and the brief glorious interplay of colors. The building was (practically) hermetically sealed. Later, I saw that someone had pissed all over the seat in the toilet. Since I don’t think the lout was drunk at 4:30 in the office, it could be the rat-like conditions they allow themselves to toil under.