
Tom and I went to Chelsea galleries Saturday. We've perfected a route of visiting them, over the year, without really trying; we start at
Bellwether and wind through 22nd Street like we're on a board game, stopping in places, until we end somewhere usually on 24th Street, like
Charles Cowles, usually my favorite.
This past Saturday, after Charles Cowles, we crossed the street to Galeria Ramis Barquet, a gallery I'd never visited. I still have the show there, Steven Giué's
Even if you don't…, on my mind.
The show is comprised of over 20 photos that document a relationship, the young couple doing nothing more extraordinary than buying groceries or saying goodbye to his mother, sleeping on their futon or bathing. But the intimacy of the photos, together in a quiet gallery, telling a story with no real beginning or end even though you know there was one of each, is so powerful you're lost, in that best way art enables. The photos are extremely confidential but welcoming, like a good club that's not exclusive.
As Tom said, the show is also a capturing of a Bohemia that is rarely found anymore, especially in the Design Within Reach-infected citysters of New York today. The gentle mess; the beer bottles; the organic shampoo; the warped linoleum; the handmade sushi; the oil paints. The details spill and you know this couple cared nothing for possessions and status, in the conventional senses. The photo where the woman is dragging her finger in a creek convinces you.
According to the gallery's press release, the show is autobiographical, based on a relationship the photographer was in. Which is interesting but which doesn't change at all the impact of the show, which I think is important. Because it makes the context unimportant, the story of the show so complete, but still a tender mystery, on its own.
The show is up until February 18. I recommend a visit.
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