We made it to Friday! You know what that means. Time for some words from our clever friend Jim Williamson. Last week, we attended the Jennifer Rubell installation—Made in Texas—at the Dallas Contemporary.
Rubell is known for her large-scale installations—many of which employ food as the medium. (I lifted that part from the invite.) This installation was billed as an interactive food performance showing the behind the scenes labor involving Texas cuisine.
One of the seven platforms consisted of about a 6-foot-high mound of tortilla chips, which was photographed more times than a Kardashian. The edible artwork reminded me more of a frat party—with its barrels of beer and tons of tamales—than an art installation. But we all react differently to a piece, which is the point of art. So whether your reaction is good, bad, or I’m-just-not-sure I-get-it-plus-I’ve-had-Mexican-food-four-times-this-week-so-can-we-go-get-a-burger—it’s all about getting the conversation started. And our conversation did continue in the car until we realized that we were driving off in the wrong Benz. This is not the first time this has happened at this very same venue. I wasn’t driving either time, just saying.
Speaking of tamales, we celebrated the much-anticipated Annathan (Anne and Johnathan) wedding a few weeks ago. I named the weekend “Tramers, Trannies, and Tamales.” Let’s just say that on a slow night in San Antonio, all you need to kick off a bachelor party are five guys (one very open-minded groom and four non-straights) with paper floral garlands on their heads. (Duh, I was involved.) We also had the services of a very jovial bouncer who put us in the back of a giant dirty pick-up and took us in and out of more bars than Lindsay Lohan has been in rehab facilities. Needless to say, the entire weekend was a blast, from the bachelor party to the rehearsal dinner to the beautiful wedding reception complete with a high school marching band and one very surly catering manager who constantly kept asking our table, “What seems to be the problem now?”.
So I know you are probably thinking, how in the heck is he going to tie in an art installation, a wedding, and tamales with this image? Well I think this image from Bradley Hughes—with its antiqued mirrored walls, funky Dean Lamps on the Bernard console, and the awesome Bianca table with its hand-forged iron bracelet base and champagne Liquid Line top—is pretty groovy. Just like the bride and groom. And the table is the perfect size for serving up a heaping platter of tamales. See there. I did it.
