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Blasblog: An Attemped Escape From Obama-rama

January 21, 2009 4:01 pm

This might sound a tad unpatriotic, but last night I was really hoping to do something—if even for a second—that didn’t have anything to do with the inauguration. Not because I’m not as excited about Barack and Michelle as the next guy (Because I am! I love Obama! Remember I’m the one that campaigned for him with a supermodel?), but because it was becoming so oversaturated and commercial that I feared I would lose my own personal excitement about the next four years. That’s why I headed up to 77th Street for the Gagosian Gallery’s opening of a collection of Warhol works from the Sonnabend Collection. (A little history: Ileana Sonnabend was a Warhol contemporary and one of his earliest patrons, and the artist was one of her strongest supporters.) The art talk supplanted discussion of the historic day for a few minutes. Everyone was impressed by so many Jackie O silk screens in one room—which now that I think about it qualifies as tangential political reference—as well as the Calders and Princes on the other floors. And there was a juicy tidbit of gossip going around about the artist who anonymously bought his own work at auction to save face. But by the time I made it to the reception on the fourth floor, conversation had boomeranged to our shiny new President and the first day of the Pax Obamana. There, in a room opposite the Francis Bacon-filled library, was a huge flat screen tuned into CNN, prompting political discourse from both young (Dasha Zhukova, Stavros Niarchos, Vlad Roitfeld) and more mature (Larry Gagosian, Aby Rosen). So, eh, if you can’t beat them join them. That’s why I headed down to the New Museum on the Bowery for a New York Times-hosted inaugural celebration. And celebrating they were—with hats, balloons, an open bar, red-white-and- blue cupcakes, and a slideshow of historic presidential moments. “This feels like a Harvard frat party,” someone remarked. And they were right. Unsurprisingly, I was anxious to get home and see what I had missed, happy to soak in more Obamamania solo. That’s when I spotted the First Lady in that lovely Jason Wu one-shoulder number and fell in love with the day all over again. To bed I went, dreaming if Wu will now follow in the footsteps of Narciso Rodriguez, another designer who made a chic white dress for a politically related beauty (Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy). Indeed, there is much to be excited about for the next four years.