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Wild about Saffron
New York City: a February Tuesday in Central Park; 55 degrees and sunny... by Kristen Richards February 21, 2005 No matter what
the nay-sayers say, it is magic.
On a Tuesday
in the middle of February, you would have thought it was a Sunday in the middle
of July – but for the winter coats and baby buggies wrapped in thermal-plastic
layers). I joined the thousands of people meandering through Central
Park. Many of us New
Yorkers should have been doing something much more work-like – but it was a
perfect day to play hooky in the park. (And, I dare say, there wasn’t a pang of
guilt among us.) I entered the park at East 86 Street,
planning to spend an hour or so wandering. Four hours later, I found myself at
5th Avenue and Central Park South, having talked to dozens of people
from around the city, around the country – and the world (my French and Italian
still work). Perhaps this
is what makes The Gates such a happening. Total strangers striking up
conversations, debating the merits of such an undertaking, whether the city and
the parks department should have embraced such a project, and is it really art –
or just o-o-o-h-ing and a-a-a-h-ing to each other. School groups
gathered around any number of the 200 “monitors” lining 23 miles of park –
gatekeepers, really – who are as friendly and passionately informative as the
best docents at any cultural institution or mouse-eared theme park, their
pockets filled with handouts like fact sheets and 3-inch-square saffron-colored
swatches of rip-stop fabric (apparently not DuPont Nylon).
The
gatekeepers carry 7-foot-long telescoping poles topped by day-glo tennis balls used to unfurl any one of the 7,500 sails
that might get wound around its lintel after a wintry gust of wind. An added
(and probably intentional) function: from a distance, the poles look like Seussian contraptions designed to signal the presence of a
gray-vested docent of Whoville. Most of the
park drives are closed to traffic for the duration. For $20, you can hop on and
off jolly red trolleys wending their way through the park. One lone taxi made
its way past the barriers, and was – very quickly – encircled by police cars
that seemed to materialize from nowhere, lights flashing. (One had to wonder
what planet he came from not to notice the barriers and large signs announcing
the closures – or the preceding weeks of news reports about this “event,”
including never-ending special traffic announcements.) A lone,
silvery-gray stretch limo – windows open – slowly glided by. According to a
nearby gatekeeper, it was Christo and Jeanne-Claude
surveying their “golden rivers.” There are
staggering statistics about what went into making The Gates. The fabric swatch
handouts alone – 1 million of them – cost somewhere between $40,000 and $48,000
(depending on what gatekeeper you talked to). All the materials are going to be
recycled. Not one hole was drilled into a pathway. The list goes on and on –
links below offer loads of information – and opinion. Souvenir items
– postcards, keychains, watches, t-shirts, etc. – are
all available at various locations in the park or online (see below); proceeds
go to New York City Parks. As of Sunday, February 20, there were 484 items on
e-Bay. Swatches start at $0.99; there is one swatch going for $100 – offered by
some poor soul in Washington, DC, who says: “This
is the only piece we've seen available from this unique world famous public art
event!” (Needless to say, they’ve had no bids.) Never mind the
barbarians who cut their own swatches from The Gates near Columbus Circle, or
the unfortunate 15-year-old who tried selling one of the cardboard tubes...and
we’re sure to hear more. Some may say
The Gates is nothing more than a temporary eyesore; orange shower curtains or
construction cones. Purists should find their way to the Ramble – not one drop
of saffron can be seen. Would
Frederick Law Olmsted have approved? Architect (and great granddaughter) Janet
Olmsted Cross told me he would. I’ll leave it to the pundits to praise or
criticize for posterity. All I can say is that for 30 blocks on a sunny February
afternoon, The Gates made me smile. To me, that’s magic. Useful
links: “The Gates, Central
Park, New York, 1979-2005”
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