Sunday, May 22, 2016

Farewell Ode to Pete’s Tavern

The Bloody Escapist is slipping away the tragedy
Of tomorrow in the moment of today.

Beers pour from the tap,
The murmurs give warning,
The escapist sings praises, 
And Bloody slips downstairs.

A sap enters the bar confronts
Bloody who drifts far?
The sap, a fake, a martyr of headaches
Shakes Bloody’s hand,
And takes command.

So Bloody drinks like a fish
The Escapist wanders amiss to the ocean.
Blinded by the enemy and caught in a torrent of rain,
Bloody steers the ship of vain,
The Escapist blames the game.
Deals Bloody the joker of shame.

Tangled in a web of doubts,
Bloody shoots off his big mouth,
A fight ensues, the Escapists rules.

Reminiscent and observant,
Bloody plants a seed of vengeance,
And cups it with benevolence,
But it’s too late--

There’s a knock,
Bloody leaves the door ajar
The Escapist is cool
Bloody is no fool
And lets it roll off his shoulders.

The battle is fought, and Bloody gets caught.
The Escapist disappears
 Bloody in tears heads to the rear.

Tears strum along the strings of time,
Where thoughts nest
Debating to hatch to a new day.

The Barber Shop Quartet enters the Tavern
To sing a song,
Bloody sits in a booth looking to belong.

Elizabeth West Versalie
Pete’s Tavern, New York, NY
Revised Village Tavern, Boynton Beach, FL
May 22, 2016

Saturday, April 30, 2016

THE ARTISTS AND THEIR DAY JOB AT BONWIT TELLER

The incomparable beauty of European architecture witnessed before one’s eyes gives a remarkable sense of preexisting in another period of history.  The Gothic buildings that are ancient to the soul incite a time where one’s imagination can roam in the Renaissance. There are cities where the sense of wonder gives a distinct feeling that one had strolled down that street in a previous time.  Whether it be the magnificence of the Vatican, the Louvre, Notre Dame, the colors and stunning beauty of Old Town Square in Prague, Neuschwanstein castle in Bavaria all built centuries ago.   The divine inspired creative people.  Their art was preserved in these buildings. The artistic achievement transcended time. The rich visualization and history by the artists and architects caring and taking pride in their work always remain etched in one’s memory after a European tour.  

Manhattan, once a jewel of an island that Indians and settlers had to walk through a hilly green forest in Spring, and the foliage of the Fall had transformed to an industrial mecca for business people.  The architecture of Manhattan buildings had facets of European character with Roman columns and art deco like the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the New York Public Library.  The Empire State Building, for example, is New York’s dominant skyscraper, a practical, efficient and a powerful structure for large firms. 

The turn of the 20th century was a time for retail in Manhattan.  In 1907, Paul Bonwit and Edmund D, Teller established Bonwit Teller Department Store in midtown.  Affectionately called Bonwit’s, the store was known for its stylish higher quality women’s apparel from Europe and domestic origins.  The boom of retail trade in New York City moved uptown and in 1930 Bonwit’s relocated to Fifth Avenue and 56th Street, which became the company's flagship store for 50 years.

Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City, circa 1940

In 1939, the fancy department store commissioned a series of shocking window displays by the quirky surrealist, Salvador Dali, known for his outlandish flair through his stirring expressive eyes and his signature mustache.  Dali based his unusual designs on the Narcissus complex, and he created display windows awakening and arousing the concept of “Day” and “Night.”

 
Salvador Dali, Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City, 1939

The display windows offered a profound interpretation of life that was worthy of a museum exhibition. "A showing of the beast of vanity, an act of vengeance that goes beyond the logical comprehension of the shallow, materialistic, phoniness of shoppers was daring.   The Day window featured a tub lined with black Persian lamb and filled with water, Narcissi floating on the surface, three wax hands reached out from under the water holding mirrors, and a mannequin just wearing green feathers stepping into the tub.   The Night featured a bed standing on four buffalo legs, with a canopy made of a buffalo’s head clenching a bloody pigeon in its jaw. Another wax model lounged over a bed of hot coals. Dali described the work as the decapitated head and the savage hoofs of a great somnambulist buffalo extenuated by a thousand years of sleep.”

The windows from a marketing standpoint did not appeal to the clientele.  The store tried to censor the display by putting regular mannequins in suits.  Dali in a rage went into the store window, tried to pull the bathtub off the floor, but he took a spill.  The artist and the bathtub went crashing through the front window.

Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg as aspiring artists had day jobs as dressers of the Bonwit Teller windows in the 1950’s.  Under the pseudonym “Matson Jones,” their collaborative work included cyanotype photography.  A print called the “Blue Ceiling” served as a backdrop in the Bonwit Teller window in 1955.  Johns exhibited his first flag painting “White Flag” and Rauschenberg’s Untitled (Red Combine Painting) were also shown in the store windows in 1957. The widely seen works at Bonwit’s helped launch the careers of Johns and Rauschenberg in the galleries.   Robert Rauschenberg also helped commercial artist James Rosenquist acquire a sideline designing the window displays at Bonwit’s.   The day job of painting billboards and designing store windows helped further his career as a Pop Artist.

 Andy Warhol also worked as a commercial artist for many years. He was hired by Bonwit Teller 1951 to give an added touch to his appealing commercial art for the store windows. 

Andy Warhol, Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City, 1955

Warhol’s work in an avant-garde pop art was not taken critically in New York during the 50’s.  His breakthrough came in 1961. Warhol hung five paintings based on comic book and newspaper advertisements in the store window behind stylishly dressed mannequins.  He played openly with the idea of art as advertising, which became a cornerstone of his work.

Andy Warhol, Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City, 1961

The many artists and photographers at Bonwit’s not only had imagination, but the store had a rich artistic history with the finest talent contributing to a cultural New York Renaissance from the 1930’s through the 1970’s.  

 
Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City, 1973

Due to a steady decline from several changes in ownership, the flagship store was sold to Donald J. Trump in 1979, who demolished the building in 1980 to construct Trump Tower.  He reneged on a deal to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to preserve the exterior Art Deco limestone bas-relief sculptures of a semi-nude goddess, and the majestic storefront ornate grill.  Trump Tower, a self-worship, grandiose, contemporary building to glorify materialism and the beast of excess took its place. Trump had little regard for the cultural history that Bonwit Teller provided for New Yorkers and tourists. 

  
Art Deco limestone bas-relief Goddess sculpture, Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue,
New York City, 1929-1980

Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City

 The pretty bouquet of violets shopping bag designed by J. Hyde Crawford.

The cutting edge art and the fashion history of Bonwit Teller department store on Fifth Avenue left a stunning imprint etched in the mind that gave that feeling of walking down a New York City block from a different era.  Character, sophistication and intellectualism were once vogue in New York of remembering Bonwit’s.

Morris Huberland, Bonwit Teller, Fifth Avenue, New York City, 1950



Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Trumpty Dumpty


Starting with the construction of Trump Tower, a centerpiece of opulence and grandeur that was constructed on the former site of the distinguished Bonwit Teller Department Store building on Fifth Avenue.  Trump demolished the building in 1980.  He promised to donate to the Metropolitan Museum of Art the precious Art Deco exterior limestone bas-relief sculptures of a semi-nude goddess, along with the huge ornate 15’ by 25’ grille above the store entrance; but he destroyed the sculptures instead due to the expense and a possible ten-day construction delay. He apparently transported the grille to a warehouse in New Jersey, which was never recovered.  Trump reneged the valuable gift to the MET.  His architect hoped to use the goddess sculptures in the Trump Tower lobby design, but Trump preferred a “more contemporary” look and a loud appeal.

The scariest announcement that Trump made in Texas of opening up the libel laws so that when newspapers, i.e. the New York Times and the Washington Post, write a “hit piece, we can sue them and make money.”  He stands to prohibit freedom of speech and weaken the first amendment of the Constitution.  His agenda adds up to: build a 1000-mile wall and have Mexican government pay for it, deport 11 million illegal immigrants, create a Muslim database, forbid the free press, repeal Obamacare.  The Trump plan if elected President suggests early signs of running a controlled state to serve the people as a CEO despot.   


America is still great and will overcome its demons of greed and stupidity.  The best case scenario is that Donald Trump will lose the public’s interest bit by bit and go down as a loser.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


2/19/12
The untimely death of a remarkable angel, the legendary, Whitney Houston occurred on February 11th.  I keep thinking that this shouldn’t have happened, but it did. 
 
Her music brings me back to the early 80’s when I moved to Bleecker Street.  I lived in a modest duplex apartment on the fifth floor with a small outdoor balcony.  Standing on the balcony, I could see the neon sign of Village Gate across Thompson Street, the marquee of the Circle-in-the-Square downtown theater, where Al Pacino starred in “American Buffalo,” and under my building stood the Bleecker Street Cinema.  I recall listening to the recordings of Cissy Houston, Sarah Vaughn, Nancy Wilson and Aretha Franklin.   They were the reigning divas of jazz, gospel and blues. In 1983, I watched Cissy and her daughter Whitney sing together on the Merv Griffin show.  I clearly remember it as a major moment in music history.  Whitney received her big break into the mainstream and became an overnight sensation. My favorite Whitney song is her rendition of “The Greatest Love of All”.  I loved the song when George Benson first introduced it.  Whitney’s heartfelt interpretation of the lyrics connects wholly to the core of the meaning.  I danced to her music at the clubs, and watched as a fan her career ascend to the top. 

What most impressed me about Whitney Houston is her grace.  She came from music royalty.  Her mother, Cissy Houston is an accomplished singer, who chose her family over her career, her cousin is Dionne Warwick and her godmother is Aretha Franklin.   Whitney Houston is an embodiment of music.  She treated others with human dignity, and generously shared her wealth as a philanthropist.  She spoke up against Apartheid when it was not popular to do so, and befriended Nelson Mandela.  She dedicated her rendition of “The Greatest Love of All” to him.  Her signature song, “I Will Always Love You” vocally soars with such perfection that it transcends time.        

I could only speculate about her drug and alcohol addiction.  It seems that her life should not have turned out the way it did. She appeared to have had a fatal attraction to the thrill and danger of sudden fame.  Consequently, she avoided her responsibility to herself and her gift.  She chose to marry Bobby Brown, chose to stay in a bad marriage for 15 years.  Having her beautiful daughter, Bobbi-Kristina with Brown may have prolonged the inevitable breakup.  She chose alcohol, pills, pot and cigarettes to cope with her emotional problems.    She got swept away from her family and church values.  The fatal mistake is that she neglected to take care of her inner being, which is easier said than done.     

I watched the four-hour funeral service.  The people in her life who cherished her by their words and music moved me to tears.  The church service provided an invitation to her beginnings.  Her family tastefully shared that with the world.  We must be grateful for that invitation.

Whitney Houston’s death rocked my memories of my time on Bleecker Street.  After 30 years, Bleecker Street between MacDougal Street and La Guardia Place lost all of its quaintness from the yesteryears.  The charm and the artistic vibrancy disappeared.  Banks, CVS, Duane Reade, and a high-rise condo replaced The Village Gate, Circle-in-the-Square Downtown, and The Bleecker Street Cinema.  Now, Le Figaro Cafe closed too.  How could this be?