Food and fashion...and food

Yesterday I gave myself a reward day and went to visit the museum at FIT. My big projects of the summer were completed and delivered. I cooked for the high holidays. We got ready for our trip to Israel--- ( and all the adventures that ensued. We are, like everyone, else obsessed by the news but I really wanted to take a break and visit the museum.

The current exhibit is called Food and Fashion. You can enter the exhibit virtually here.

The upstairs exhibition spaces are being prepared for new exhibits so it was just the downstairs gallery.

It's always a treat to see wonderful clothes. This particular exhibition seemed ( excuse the expression) only half baked. The concept was great on paper and then the curators sort of ran out of ideas.

There were lots of garments by Moschino, as one might expect.

I love the Moschino garments from this era. The garment shapes are so classic and the embellishments are so delightful. The Chanel skirt below is supposed to resemble napkins . I love the dinnerplate purse.

There were garments printed with images of food.

This sweater is decorated with an intarsia image of shtrudel---a comfort sweater designed by Rachel Antonoff during COVID

A segment of the exhibit was devoted to clothing made out of food products.

The sequins on this dress are made out of gelatin--beautiful but unstable in damp conditions.

There was a section of the exhibit devoted to dinner dresses, tea dresses and cocktail dresses. While the garments were pretty this felt like the filler portion of the exhibit---rather like too many breadcrumbs in meatballs...or too much Hamburger Helper and not enough actual meat.

Here are some other uncategorized goodies.

This "bento box" by Miyake contains and entire wardrobe of pleated clothing all shrunk down to bento box size.

The gallery space just north of the museum was showing work mostly by students and faculty of the design department.

This piece though, blew me away

The artist is using traditional narrow woven linen and traditional embroidery to

talk about the contemporary political situation.

I didn't get to post my Food Friday photos from last week, so you are getting two weeks worth of Shabbat cookery. It was a birthday dinner for our daughter and a synagogue friend who shares a birthday with my daughter.

There was a brisket made with things that ought not go together but were in fact delicious (gochujang, canned cranberry sauce and mustard). I would totally do this again.

I don't have photos of the Amba chicken made with dried Amba powder or the rice or the salad.

But I do have a phot of the pumpkin cake.

To be honest, it would have been better if I had only used half a can of pumpkin. It was more a pudding than a cake---but that is the gamble I took by not consulting a recipe.

Tonight we are eating this chicken that is made with lots of paprika and sumac.

This has been my earworm all week.

The text is Psalm 119

זְכֹר-דָּבָר לְעַבְדֶּךָ

עַל אֲשֶׁר יִחַלְתָּנִי

זֹאת נֶחָמָתִי בְעָנְיִי

כִּי אִמְרָתְךָ חִיָּתְנִי

זֵדִים הֱלִיצֻנִי עַד-מְאֹד

מִתּוֹרָתְךָ לֹא נָטִיתִי

Shabbat Shalom.

Barukh Dayan HaEmet - Blessed be the True Judge

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