From Monday’s New York Times Metropolitan Diary:
The news in late May about the closing performances of Marina Abramovic’s installation at the Museum of Modern Art reminded me of the following conversation overheard several months ago:
Place: M104 bus stop, Broadway and 100th Street.
Dramatis Personae: Boy, perhaps 9 or 10; his mother.
They are in the midst of an animated conversation. Boy is pretty excited, laughing.
Boy: “ So you saw these people at the museum, and they were naked?”
Mom: “Yes, they were naked.”
Boy: “Not a statue, like at the Met where they have the Greek statues that are sort of naked, but real live people, who are, like, naked, with no clothes on?”
Mom: “Nope, not a statue. Naked people, a man and a woman. They just stand there.”
Boy (Looks for 104, which isn’t coming. After a moment): “I think our class should go there on a field trip!”
Mom: “Well, I don’t think it’s the kind of exhibit that your class would go to.”
Boy (thinks about this for a moment): “Maybe I could go there on a play date?”
Hey – the whole MOMA exhibit was a playdate, especially the nudie parts.
So long, Marina. Truth to tell, we’re starting to miss you.