Henri Cartier-Bresson at MOMA

MOMA has had several high profile exhibits in the past few months. There was the Tim Burton exhibit, which was over-hyped and very crowded.

There is also the performance art exhibit, which we saw briefly. There's been much press on this exhibit. Jonah was particularly horrified that the artist had a dress made for her that would cover up the bags that enabled her to relieve herself without getting up.

Many years ago, when I was working for a museum in Chicago and hanging out with an artsy crowd, a friend took us to a loft in a not-quite-gentrified neighborhood to see an alternative art exhibit. As we were walking up the stairs, she said that the exhibit would be performance art. She said she didn't know what it was going to be, but laughed that performance art always involved a penis. Sure enough, the exhibit was a man dressed as a nine foot penis getting whipped by an old man entirely covered in tattoos.

The Henri Cartier-Bresson exhibit is much more straight forward. It's wonderful photojournalism. I'm going to get a babysitter, so I can spend some quality time in this exhibit.