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Food & Drink Hungry Memphis

Guess Where I’m Eating Contest 38

For this week’s contest, one of the best soups in the city …

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Folks, this week’s prize is a good one: 2 tickets to the Brooks’ annual Vin-a-Que on Friday, September 26, 7-10:30 p.m.

This year’s event will feature a whole hog prepared by Andrew Ticer and Michael Hudman of Andrew Michael Italian Kitchen/Hog & Hominy. The Rendezvous, One & Only BBQ, Southward Fare and Sweet Grass, Corky’s, and others will provide additional fare. Kosher and vegetarian options will be available as well. There will be wine, specialty cocktails, and craft beer.

Vin-a-Que is part of the Brooks’ Wine & Food Series and supports the museum’s education programs.

The first person to correctly ID the dish and where I’m eating wins the tickets.

To enter, submit your answer to me via email at ellis@memphisflyer.com.

The answer to GWIE 37 is the elote at Chiwawa, and the winner is … John Scruggs.

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Sound Advice: Luis van Seixas’ Live Soundtrack at the Brooks

Electronic musician Luis van Seixas is doing some cool electronic/industrial stuff at the Brooks on Thursday, Nov. 7th.

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Music Music Features

Hell on Himself

Prolific is the type of word reserved for someone like Richard Hell. Born Richard Meyers, Hell dropped out of high school and moved to New York at the age of 17, had his poems published by Rolling Stone and New Directions before he was 21, then grew tired of the whole aspiring-writer thing and became one of the founders of the New York punk scene.

After putting down the typewriter and picking up the bass, Hell played some of the first punk shows on the CBGB stage and released iconic records with his bands the Neon Boys (later Television), the Heartbreakers (featuring Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan), and finally Richard Hell and the Voidoids. Hell isn’t on tour supporting his new autobiography, I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp, but he will be speaking and doing a book signing at the Brooks Museum of Art this Thursday evening. The Flyer caught up with him to ask some questions about his latest project.

Memphis Flyer: You started writing the autobiography in 2006. How did you approach writing it, did you turn to old journals or is it mostly from memory?
Richard Hell: I am lucky that I have a lot of background material to reference. Not only was I publishing writing as a teenager but there was a fair amount of coverage in magazines and papers that was really useful. Plus my mother is a pack rat; she’s kept boxes and boxes of things from my childhood. The homemade pamphlet from when I was eight years that supplied the title for the book came from her. I’m almost neurotically serious about being as accurate as I possibly can, and since the publication of the book I’ve discovered one or two things I’ve got wrong and I fixed them for the paperback. As far as the process of writing, I just winged it and went with the flow. When it came to me reaching back to the earliest days, there was no system or organization, I just trusted that the stuff that I remembered would be relevant.


Was there anything that you’d forgotten that came back to you once you started writing?

It’s always cool to get a flash of recollection of something really vivid that you hadn’t remembered, no matter what it is. When you write something like this you realize that you do kind of just naturally create this narrative of your life as you go along. You know how when you’re first starting to fall in love or something like that, you and the person you’re falling in love with tend to gradually reveal to each other the stories of your past and your life? It was like that. Things you’re proud of, or find amusing, or sometimes ashamed of, they all get revealed when you become close to someone. There’s this whole repertoire of the things that you’ve been through that you remember gradually.

So if you moved to New York City to be a writer, when and why did you pick up the bass?
It was a conjunction of things. When I came to New York at 17 I started to get frustrated, it just seemed really isolated, there wasn’t much audience for young writers. It’s a specialized acquired taste, poetry. It washard to imagine where (being a writer) would lead because I didn’t like having jobs, I sure didn’t want to go to school, and I didn’t want to become a teacher even if I did qualify. I just couldn’t see how to make my life as a poet work, and I wanted my work to be my life. I wanted it to be interchangeable, and at the same time my best friend (>>>>>)was an aspiring professional musician, he was in a similar position and didn’t know where to get started. But anyway, this was when the New York Dolls were just starting, they were an example of these kids who just decided to put themselves out there. They felt like they were just being themselves, not adhering to a pre-established audience, and they were really popular but not about being commercial. They served as an example of how it was possible to get out there and do what excited you and make it work. All of those things taken into account, we got the idea to start a band and so I picked up a bass and started coming up with a way to express how things looked to us in songs, using whatever writing skills I had already developed.


There’s been a lot of talk that most of what’s published in the book on NYC punk Please Kill Me is either embellished or just completely made up. What’s your take on that book?

There’s a lot of like inaccuracy, some of which coming from people twisting stories to serve their own purpose. There’s no fact checking. That being said, being true to the spirit of what went on, in terms of just conveying what it was like it to be there, it’s by far the best picture and the most accurate. There are specific things that aren’t true, overall the whole impression of what went down is really on the mark. I like the book, there are a lot of books about that time and place that are just silly and stupid, and they get credence and stuff gets perpetuated in the press that is just wrong, but Please Kill Me is a great book.


Did you see your autobiography as a way to give a different take on what those parts of your life were really like?

Not really, it came very low on the list of my incentives to write the book. It was good to have the chance here and there to correct false stories that had been distorted and had been reported. The main reason I wrote the book was because I was curious to see what it would add up to if I put this whole sequence side by side. I wanted to see what the picture ended up looking like; I wanted to find out for myself. At any moment you have this perception of who you are and what you’ve been through, you have this vague idea of what the whole picture is like but it just happens in little fragments moment to moment. I wanted to see what it looked like if I made it all into one object.

How is writing different for you, does it provide a spark that playing music didn’t?
I mean the thing for me about writing is that it’s a relief from life and music. Music entails all this other peripheral stuff, touring and being a public figure and having to make a lot of money. It’s not easy to survive as a writer but it’s sure not as expensive as making records. I mean you’ve gotta be conscience of your popularity all the time in music. There are a lot more peripheral demands in music. The thing that I really liked about music was making records, writing songs and making records, but there is so much else you have to do, including feeding all these mouths. It’s not just expensive to finance a music career, you have to work really hard to sell a lot of records to make it feasible. Writing is so much simpler; I’ve always loved writing and loved books. It wasn’t much of a sacrifice to move on, I do sometimes get wistful about all the songs I could have written, but I don’t really have any regrets.

How difficult was it writing an autobiography compared to the works of fiction that you’ve published? Was there anything that was intentionally left out?
Well in some ways it was easier because I had all the material, I didn’t have to wonder where things were going. But that’s the fun part of writing fiction is surprising yourself every day with where the story goes. The main difference is the weird challenges and problems created by writing about yourself. You have to be conscience of the temptations of anyone who has written an autobiography, to have everything you write be self-serving. But at the same time I didn’t want to misrepresent myself, I mean yeah I’m pretty egotistical so I didn’t want to be falsely humble but at the same time I didn’t want to misrepresent anything that happened, so that got a little tricky. It’s interesting to see the responses to the book, the way people react to what I wrote, but I basically feel like I pulled it off. I’m satisfied with how I dealt with that problem. I think the book is a fair representation of what happened and who I am. I said a lot of ugly things, one odd thing is that people sometimes talk about what I creep I am. Maybe not that word but it boils down to that, sometimes people actually do say creep, but often enough people don’t take into account that I chose what to say. They say that I am a creep because I’m calling myself a creep. It’s not that I’m calling myself ugly but I chose to say those things and to reveal those things about myself. I could have done it differently.


Do you think that people who don’t know you as someone who shaped American punk rock will still enjoy the book?

I will flatter myself and say that the ones who are literally minded will enjoy it, I think it’s a good book (laughs). Part of the motivation was to describe what a life like mine was like, what it was like to be an aspiring young artist in NYC in the 70s. A lot of the great works in history are about the young person coming to the city to create their life. It’s an inherently interesting subject. It is almost just incidental that it has to with music. I don’t even pick up the guitar until a third way through the book.


In the book you talk about how the Sex Pistols owe more than a little to you for your look that they adopted through there manager Malcolm McLaren. What are the differences between a statement like “I belong to the blank generation” as opposed to “Anarchy in the UK.”

I don’t really think about either of those things, I wrote that song and I put it out into the world, But I don’t really know how to answer because I’m not a student of the Sex Pistols.
Are you a fan of any rock and roll memoirs or autobiographies by musicians? Is there anyone from that New York Scene that you think needs to write a book?
I think please kill me is the best book easily. It’s true there are a lot of mistakes on it, I disagree with a lot of the emphasis, certain people get more attention than what is warranted, but still it’s by far the best if you’re looking for a fan literature.

An Evening With Richard Hell

Memphis Brooks Museum of Art

Thursday, October 17th, 7 p.m.

$6 museum members/$8 nonmembers

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Opinion

Overton Park Conservancy Looks Doable

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The second informal meeting to talk about the future of Overton Park is Tuesday evening at the Memphis College of Art. The first meeting on Saturday was low-key and pretty well attended (100-150 maybe, but nobody was counting) and the proposed Overton Park Conservancy seems like a doable idea.

Establishing a conservancy would bring more private dollars to the park and possibly lower the city’s financial burden, but that remains to be seen.

The conservancy would be similar to the ones that manage Shelby Farms Park and the Memphis Botanic Gardens. The group’s website — OvertonPark.org — says the park “is threatened by inadequate funding and haphazard planning.”

On a degree of difficulty scale, I would mark this one as “moderate.” But as businessman George Cates, who is leading the effort, reminded me when I collared him before leaving, nothing is easy. He said he met with City Council members earlier and suggested this was “motherhood and apple pie,” but a member politely reminded him that there ain’t no such thing on the council.

I think the conservancy will happen for two main reasons.

One, the park has an embarrassment of riches that make it challenging to maintain and manage — the zoo (already under non-city management), the Old Forest and bike/walking road, the golf course, the Memphis College of Art, the Brooks Museum, the Levitt Shell, the picnic grounds, the playground, and the playing fields. The park is popular. On Saturday afternoon and evening, it was jammed for the Ultimate Family Reunion.

Two, the conservancy proponents seem to have learned from experience. If Saturday’s event was any indication, less is more. Nobody spoke to the group for more than a couple of minutes. Nobody said “this is how it’s gonna be.” Everyone (with the exception of nattily dressed college of art president Ron Jones, who wore a sport coat and bow tie, like his predecessor Jeff Nesin) was dressed in Saturday casual clothes and came and went as they pleased and spoke to whomever they pleased. There was a big Google Earth map that Old Forest proponent Naomi Van Tol, among others, did a nice job of explaining in the context of proposed changes, including a parking garage on North Parkway. Potential adversaries seem to be working together, so far at least.

It was a big-tent approach to a big opportunity. Come to the meeting Tuesday, June 28th from 5 to 7 p.m., inside the Memphis College of Art and see for yourself. The public survey is also available online.

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Sound Man

The band was the Beatles. The album was Revolver. The song was “Mark 1.” And John Lennon had an idea: To achieve an ethereal vocal that would sound like the Dalai Lama chanting from a Himalayan mountaintop, Lennon thought of hanging upside-down from the recording studio’s ceiling and turning while a fixed microphone picked up his voice. That’s according to Philip Norman in his new biography John Lennon: The Life. But as Norman also describes it, the vocal track devised by the album’s producer and engineer at Abbey Road Studio in London was something else entirely: Lennon’s voice recorded on an Automatic Double-Tracking System then sent through a Hammond organ’s Leslie speaker, which produced a wah-wah effect.

Revolver‘s producer was George Martin, but the engineer was Geoff Emerick, a multi-Grammy winner — including an award for lifetime technical achievement — and he’ll be the guest of the Recording Academy’s Memphis chapter on Monday, October 13th, at the Brooks Museum of Art.

The event will include a moderated discussion, an audience Q&A, and Emerick (along with music journalist and co-author Howard Massey) signing the memoir Here, There and Everywhere: My Life Recording the Music of the Beatles. It’s been a life recording more than Revolver, Sgt. Pepper’s, The White Album, and Abbey Road, however. Figure in Emerick’s work on albums by Elvis Costello, Cheap Trick, and Nellie McKay, among many others. And count on a good-size crowd at the Brooks on the 13th. Reservations must be made by Friday, October 10th. Just don’t go in calling the song that closes Revolver “Mark 1.” You know the finished tune as “Tomorrow Never Knows.”

Geoff Emerick and Howard Massey at the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, Monday, October 13th, 6-9 p.m. $25 for the public; free to Recording Academy members. Reservations required. For more information, call 525-1340 or go to Memphis@grammy.com or grammy.com/memphis.

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Art Art Feature

In Focus

There’s nothing cursory or stereotypical about the Brooks Museum’s current exhibition “Snap Judgments: New Positions in Contemporary African Photography.” Internationally respected curator Okwui Enwezor presents a poignant collection of more than 200 artworks (photographs, videos, and multimedia) by 35 African artists who record their continent with pathos tempered by beauty and courage.

Ethiopian photographer Michael Tsegaye’s untitled C-print depicts a slender, middle-aged man dressed in clean denim. He stands in a small room on a stained, pockmarked floor that is swept clean. The man looks grateful, proud of his own space and of his table, pots, dishes, and barrels.

The walls of the room seen in Guy Tillim’s pigment print, Ntokozo and his brother Vusi Tshabalala at Ntokozo’s place, Milton Court, Pritchard Street, are plastered with headlines that read “Teen Killer,” “Mob Justice Spreads,” and “Fury Over Hijack Hoax.” However, there’s nothing brutish or shrill taking place inside Ntokozo’s modest home. Instead, the South African brothers share a moment of camaraderie and reasoned dialogue while the world around them spins out of control.

Because many of the shapes and textures of Africa are unfamiliar, they often look hauntingly abstract. At first glance, Egyptian artist Boubacar Toure Mandemory’s chromomeric print, Couleurs of Peche, looks like calligraphy written across richly textured and pigmented color fields. The work’s English translation, “Colors of Fishing,” invites a closer look at a sleek ebony figure running across blue, yellow, and mauve fishing nets with the grace and athleticism of one who lives close to the land and sea.

Egyptian photographer Hala Elkoussy’s muted colors and impressionist treatment of light suggest eerie dreamscapes. Up close, his inkjet print on vinyl, Peripheral Landscape #1, becomes polluted atmosphere and crumbling concrete tenements on barren ground. There’s no topsoil, no vegetation, no songbird, no habitat. There is only silent witness to the environmental devastation and impoverishment of many African countries.

South African artist Tracey Rose turns religious dogma, gender roles, and racial biases on their heads. In a series of photographs titled Lucie’s Fur, gay Zulu men take on the roles of Adam and Eve, a black woman is the Messiah, and “Lucy,” the ancient hominid for which this series is named, becomes one of God’s messengers.

Featured in the Brooks’ ‘Snap Judgements’: works by Guy Tillim

A mother-earth Madonna rides on a donkey in Rose’s iris print, The Prelude, The Garden Path. Bright red falsies are strapped across her ample bosom; a large phallic-and-scrotum-shaped hat sits on her head. She rides the donkey on bare earth through narrow canyons. It’s a vista that suggests she’s riding into her own womb, into her own sexual power.

Are Rose’s images too raw and sardonic? As we bear witness to countries torn apart by civil war, homeless children, thin as rails, sleeping on concrete, women treated as chattel, and lands and peoples raped by a catastrophic blend of religiosity, imperialism, and testosterone in overdrive, we realize that nothing less than Rose’s savvy, savage irony will do.
At the Brooks Museum through May 25th

Elizabeth Alley’s style is simultaneously lush and existential. She zeroes in on the sharply angled in photographs and crops the heads of any figures in the scenes. She then loads her brushes with oils or acrylics and re-creates the images on canvas.

For “Class of ’88,” the current exhibition at Material, Alley paints the satin midriffs and bare arms of beauty contestants in Junior Miss. From the sepia eyes to the Hershey Bar-brown hair, Alley records a teenager raising her sunglasses and looking up into a blue-gray sky in Sunday’s Best. In Teacher’s Pet she nearly fills the picture plane with the soft red folds of a teacher’s plaid shirt.

Titles such as Catch the Spirit and Million Dollar Band capture the invincibility and exuberance of teenagers who could be from almost any decade, any state, and any public school in the U.S.A.  

The cheerleader depicted from the shoulders down in We Are Super, We Are Great, with a crayon in one hand and arms resting on thighs, could be Alley as a teenager leaning forward and contemplating the poster she is about to create.

Looking at this piece 20 (or 30 or 40) years after graduation, one can’t help but think of and rue the expectations that unseen blank paper of We Are Super, We Are Great represents. The work allows us to step back and experience a little swell of exuberance. At this moment, we are super, we are great.
At Material through May 31st

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Brooks Museum Names Interim Director

A lifelong Memphian is taking the reins, on an interim basis, of the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art.

Effective January 1, 2008, Al Lyons will oversee the daily operations of the museum while the search continues for a permanent director. Kaywin Feldman leaves the post at the end of 2007 to take a position at the Minneapolis Institute of Art.

Feldman describes Lyons as a “passionate trustee of the Brooks for over three years [who] has served with dedication on a variety of committees. He and his wife, Jan, are immense arts supporters who will work hard to further the museum’s mission in the community.”

A graduate of the University of Memphis with a BBA in accounting and a background in finance and psychology, Lyons has been president of the Bodine Company in Collierville for 12 years and will retire this year. He serves on the boards of Ballet Memphis, Memphis in May, RivertArtsFest, and the Collierville Chamber of Commerce, in addition to acting as vice president of the Brooks Board of Trustees.

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Cowboy Jack Clement at Brooks Museum Tonight

Tonight, the Brooks Museum of Art is screening a phenomenal documentary about one of Memphis music’s most influential figures. And, unless you’re a true music geek, you probably don’t know very much about the man.

Sam Phillips may have all of the name recognition, but he wasn’t the only eccentric genius working behind the scenes at Sun Studio at the dawn of the rock-and-roll era. Robert Gordon’s entertaining documentary, Shakespeare Was a Big George Jones Fan gives long overdue props to Phillips’ lesser-known Sun Studio partner, “Cowboy” Jack Clement, whose reputation looms somewhat larger in Nashville than it does in the Bluff City.

Clement, a zany English Literature major given to florid flights of verbal fancy, is responsible for launching the careers of certifiable icons such as Jerry Lee Lewis and Charley Pride. He contributed mightily to the artistic development of industry giants George Jones, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, and Kris Kristofferson.

Throughout his long, productive career, Cowboy Jack obsessively filmed everything going on around him. Gordon, who authored It Came From Memphis, as well as an exhaustive biography of Muddy Waters, has described Clement’s disorderly film archive as a “goldmine.”

Anyone interested in meeting Cowboy Jack, taking in Gordon’s film, and watching some truly astonishing footage of a wild-eyed Johnny Cash having a cigarette on A.P. Carter’s grave is advised to attend.

The Schedule: 6 pm – Cash Bar;
7 pm – Film;
8:30 pm – Music by Cowboy Jack.

$5 for members, $8 for nonmembers. For more information, call 544-6208

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One Night Only

As part of the pre-celebration activities for its new exhibit Pissarro: Creating the Impressionist Landscape, the Brooks Museum of Art is showing some classic French films in October, beginning with a screening of director Jean-Pierre Melville’s brilliant and deeply troubling 1969 film Army of Shadows. The Pissarro show will be impressive, but Melville’s masterpiece about the French Resistance during World War II is so good that it could conceivably upstage the exhibit it’s supposed to herald.

Set in the fall of 1942, Melville’s loose adaptation of Joseph Kessel’s novel about the French underground is a brisk epic composed of tense, drawn-out fits of action broken up by brief stretches of uncomfortable repose as it covers six months in the lives of a band of political outsiders. The abstract principles of liberty, justice, and freedom that presumably unite these Resistance members are frequently and severely tested throughout the episodic narrative, which can be viewed as an incessant series of metaphoric loyalty oaths; each person must prove his devotion to the cause when he is not directly serving it. Because these oaths are never totally secure, Army of Shadows is an exciting film, filled with chase scenes, daring escapes, smugglings, murders, and midnight rendezvous. And the tension continues to build as the characters’ survival instincts start to clash with the noble values and principles that unite them.

In contrast to most films about trained professionals, we learn next to nothing about the members of this group, principally because that knowledge can only compromise the mission. With one crucial exception, character background information is pushed aside for more serious matters. These people rarely chat; they look, observe, and think. Cerebral, bespectacled Gerbier (Lino Ventura) is the ad hoc leader of the group, Jean Francois (Jean-Pierre Cassel) is the handsome one with doubts about the mission, and Mathilde (Simone Signoret) is the pragmatic female member, but distinctions between Felix (Paul Crauchet), Le Bison (Christian Barbier), Claude Le Masque (Claude Mann) are moot. They are only bricks in an unstable, slowly built wall, ants in the tall grass that forage and crawl about and attend to their limited tasks. To their oppressors, their destruction does not merit a second thought.

Curiously, Melville opens his film with a quotation by George Courteline: “Unhappy memories! Yet I welcome you. You are my long lost youth.” After seeing the film, it’s difficult to understand Melville’s nostalgia, but the thrill of youth and the abiding belief in the rightness of his political stance clearly affected him deeply; he too worked for the Resistance when he was in his 20s. Of course, since so much of this work was done in secrecy, any enthusiasm probably had to be suppressed by an inflexible, stoic outer shell. It’s fitting, then, that the main actors are low-key and calm throughout Army of Shadows, confronting life’s

A scene from Jean-Pierre Melville’s Army of Shadows

unlikely twists and turns with a blank stoicism that resembles the icy posing of film noir gangsters but with much more emotional and existential weight.

This weight grows heavier as the film marches toward its grim ending. As he walks to his near-certain death, Gerbier has an elegant and troubling internal monologue about death and fate: “I’m going to die, and I’m not afraid. It’s impossible not to be afraid of dying. But I’m too stubborn, too much of an animal to die. If I don’t believe it to the very last moment, the very last second, I’ll never die. What a revelation! The chief would love it. I’ve got to look into this more deeply.” But his desire for more time is interrupted by a German guard. There is no more time. He has failed.

The film’s last few scenes push into even darker territory as the group contemplates the most horrifying possible sacrifice in the name of a cause. When Mathilde is arrested, the leader of the Resistance describes the threat she poses to them with mathematical detachment. Never mind that she has helped several members with her ingenuity and planning; she is now more dangerous to them than she is helpful. She is a problem to be solved and solved quickly, without the hindrances of compassion. Appropriately, Mathilde’s mysterious eyebrow raising when she confronts her comrades in the film’s climax provides little emotional closure. And whatever traces of hope remain are obliterated by the film’s closing titles, which give chilling glimpses into the future of the group members.

The restored print of Army of Shadows showed briefly in selected cities last year, often in theatrical runs lasting less than a week. Although it is currently available as a two-disc Criterion DVD, there are several reasons to see it in 35mm on the big screen. For one thing, it’s much easier to appreciate the extraordinary achievement of cinematographer Pierre Lhomme, who created a claustrophobic atmosphere of dread and uncertainty by draining the images of any bright colors.

The characters in Army of Shadows scuttle around in a fog of grays, blacks, forest greens, and browns, and the subtle gradations of those hues disappear on DVD. Film is the only medium that can capture these shadings; the widest range of colors captured in any video format, even HD-DVD, is 17 million hues, while celluloid can capture over 800 million hues. Thus, what look like clumps of indifferent blackness on the best HDTV are actually important compositional elements; there is no such thing as a casually underlit shot in the film. The film’s most memorable images are invariably of individual defeat, surrender, betrayal: a bowler hat on an abandoned cobblestone street; a handcuffed prisoner slumped in a chair; a traitor backed up against a wall; a man confronted by a wall of thick smoke.

Yet Melville’s work is not negative or depressing; no great work of art is. But Army of Shadows is unflinching in its exploration of failure and, by extension, mortality. It is bleak but it is not defeatist; it is simply the best film of the year.

Army of Shadows

Brooks Museum of Art

Thursday, October 4th

Showtime is 7:30 p.m., tickets are $5 for museum members, $7 for nonmembers

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News

Kaywin Feldman to Leave Brooks Museum for Minneapolis Position

From TwinCities.com: With the selection of Kaywin Feldman to head the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, the Twin Cities cultural scene completes a yearlong leadership transition that created openings in some of the area’s top artistic organizations.

Feldman, 41, is currently director of the Brooks Museum of Art in Memphis. She’ll be the first female MIA director in a history that stretches back to the founding of the Minneapolis Society of Fine Arts in 1883. She replaces William Griswold, who is moving to New York to head the Morgan Library & Museum.

“First and foremost, I was attracted by the collection,” said Feldman. “It’s a remarkable collection of international importance. And then there was the warmth of the community, the friendly people, the level of philanthropy. It’s a great opportunity as well as a great place to live.”

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