This is a picture I did not take
of a fashionable young woman in sunglasses, standing three feet away from
Jackson Pollock's "
(One)
Number 31, 1950" at the MoMA in New York, while moving slowly left to
right, in and out, as she took single-frame stop-motion shots of the
painting with her Super 8 movie camera, just as I was bumped from behind
by a German tourist wielding a Nikon and wearing a green felt hat, while I
generally ducked everyone else's camera angles, thirty-minutes before
closing time on a holiday weekend in a museum that allows photography on
all floors but the sixth.
If no one can take pictures on the sixth floor, does
the sixth floor
still exist?
If you're looking for the post that
kottke linked to, it's
right
here. Welcome.