bolsa pt I

bolsa pt I

bolsa
614 west davis street
dallas, texas 75208

i’m eating the brunch burger (unrivaled… shout out fried egg and slab of bacon). i’m wearing escada sleeveless sweater from the $5 bin at uptown consignment on cole avenue (check the shop’s twitter @couturestyle for updates), rag & bone cut-off denim shorts, rag & bone beat up newbury boots in ivory suede.

let me begin by saying i just absolutely adore bolsa. from the time i decided to move to dallas and came down on an apartment hunting excursion and my roommate took me to bolsa, i have been unashamedly hooked. however, sunday was just scorching. (i even agreed not to photograph my companions as it was so sticky they were embarrassed to be pictured), and my photo was taken pre-indulgent-and-exceedingly-sweaty-brunch

that said, extreme sport conditions aside, the food remained top-tier. i better know i’m going to bolsa about a week prior so that i can begin to store some kcals in anticipation. the mere fact that people were queuing for an hour-plus in 105 degree heat (and bishop arts is sadly lacking in the whole shade/cool-waiting-space concept) to sit on a 105-degree patio speaks volumes for bolsa’s pull

the atmosphere is electric. families, chic and trendy couples, dallas’ versions of carrie, samantha, miranda, and charlotte… everyone is welcomed, and found, at bolsa, chomping on massive meals but feeling ok about doing so, given that the incredible chefs and concept people insist on locally-sourced organic ingredients. the space itself is quirky and fun, a truly unique hideout amidst its innumerable competitors

dallas museum of art

dallas museum of art

still reeling after a recent visit to the dallas museum of art to see the much-anticipated Cindy Sherman exhibit. the museum itself is breathtaking, and apparently the whole city is captivated.

sunday afternoon, the marbled entryway was teeming with people of all ages and affiliations (i saw a girl in circa 1980 Yves Saint Laurent platforms and teetered on my own heels to try and catch a snapshot of her, but sadly, YSL continues to remain evasive).

i made my way (quite slowly, might I add… I was swayed by nearly every corridor of art of all genres, from ancient Eastern buddhas to contemporary American drawings) to the Cindy Sherman exhibit and i am beyond happy that i did. first of all, the layout was impeccable. having studied darkroom photography and learned to hang shows, i know enough to appreciate how well the pieces were “merchandised”. the photography itself made me breathless, particularly her black & white film stills. these pieces just lived and breathed emotion, and i could picture myself as the girl in every situation. that’s what Sherman’s work does for women. it allow them to retain compassion and to gain empathy for those in other, perhaps less familiar, circumstances.

written on the wall beside one of Sherman’s now infamous fashion photographs: “Fashion… a daily form of masquerade that communicates culture, gender, and class has been a constant source of inspiration for Sherman and a leading ingredient in the creation of her work… (Sherman’s) fashion pictures challenge the industry’s conventions of beauty and grace…”

the works of cindy sherman, in all completely self-reflective and dripping with psychological and societal observations both intrusive and subtle, proved a perfect (albeit too brief) affair for the DMA.

pictured:

i’m wearing vintage valentino (thank you Uptown Consignment)

joyce, with DMA, and her rings

Dallas Sites exhibit entrance (showcasing the art selected for the ill-fated Texas trip of JFK and Jackie O)