Even still, I rarely do.
But recently I read that the Irving Penn Centennial at The Met is leaving July 30, so I make a plan to see it.
I meet Robin at 10 (my friend Ellen meets up with us later).
Already the line to enter sneaks beyond the base of the Met's stairs.
But the line moves quickly, and we are soon entering the museum.
The exhibit is energizing and expansive. I particularly love Penn's portraits and fashion shots. His photos seem to mirror a respect he has for each of his subjects. How lucky for him to be able to make a living at his art, and to be given the freedom to travel the world to do it.
Hanging in one room is a large worn carpet that Penn used as a backdrop. Visitors are allowed to take their own photos against it, just as Penn once did. I could not resist.
Before leaving, we go to the roof to grab an ice tea. It is no ordinary roof. Even the city looks like part of the art.
It's a great way to spend a few hours.
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