For someone who sits in front of a computer with dirty hair much of the time, this was quite the weekend. A passel of girlfriends came in from Westcliffe to attend a preview party for Design After Dark, which featured a talk by celebrity designer Barbara Barry and synopses by the eight participating architectural/design firms involved in Design After Dark. The event was held at the Denver Design Center in the Henredon showroom. For those of you who are familiar with the Denver Design Center, you know that it’s the original lock box; it’s easier to get space in a bomb shelter than it is to breach the DDC fortress. To get in, one must either be a member of the trade, press, or tagging along with aforementioned members of the trade or press. Apparently those rules have eased somewhat, but for this do, we needed invites.
Our friend Sally, who is an amazing oil painter, also happens to be Barbara Barry’s sister, hence the tickets. We came, we saw, we “meeted and greeted,” ogled the furniture, which is glamorous and understated at the same time, met Barbara, who was wearing the sweetest little black dress, and had just a grand time. We had a lovely dinner at Ocean; for me, big fat scallops and a walloping portion of wasabi mashers, and French fries tossed in truffle oil and Parmesan that we all shared. The food and company were delightful, but most impressive, perhaps, was the flat-screen monitor in the bathroom stall playing Pirates of the Caribbean. (Disconcerting that. Who wants Johnny Depp to watch them pee?)
Saturday, we spent the afternoon in the Daniel Liebskind-designed building at the Denver Art Museum, after lolling about a Cherry Creek makeup studio all morning. Since I wear foundation about as often as I shave my legs, I didn’t have them create a custom-blended foundation for me, but had a grand time watching the affair; it’s quite the process and less expensive than you’d think. At the museum, I reuuped my membership, netting a branded tote bag in the process, and then we began diving into galleries. With no square angles, it becomes a fascinating place to view art, as if the walls and art are in conversation together. Some of the curatorial decisions struck me as bizarre, why stash a small selection of Oceanic art behind a wall of high modern art? But other choices, the Radar exhibit from the Logan collection, wow, the most articulate assemblage of contemporary art I’ve ever seen.
Yesterday, I spent the day in recovery. And shaved my legs.
To Sally, a big “mwah” for the “in.”