Down in the Bargain Basement...

So I stopped by the Met the other day to check out their new Bronzino exhibit. I thought it was beautiful, but Strollercise must have been canceled because the rooms were filled with toned, young moms and their screaming toddlers. There may have been a few nursing sessions in progress. Then, I met my friend M and we headed downtown to the MAFA. As an art history student, it's probably taboo, but I don't get folk art. Twee little whirligigs, mugs painted with pseudo-primitive designs...to me it's just an excuse for having little talent and a lot of paint.

The museum features a lot of Outsider Art, which also leaves me cold. You can only look at twisted wooden gnomes for so long before you start to feel like you're trespassing on someone's glitter- and straw-strewned fever dream.

I recently joined Gilt Groupe out of curiosity. I don't think that it's The End of Fashion As We Know It, as some think, but it does creep me out a little bit. It's an excellent example of passive consumption. You think you're choosing from their wares, but in reality your options are limited by what's discounted that day. My main problem with Gilt is that it brings back images of being dragged by my mother to go bargain-basement hunting at the tender age of four. Which is not to say that their wares are comparable to those at Loehmann's, but the little 'compared to $$$' virtual tags are off-putting.

So, I'm off to search for my perfect springtime trench that won't make me look like a bundle of newspaper.

-Candy