Brief

Brief

I know I’m old when I’ve lived long enough to write a review of  Silas B.Ritchie’s exhibition at Anaba Tea Room in Shorewood. Silas, who must be pushing 28, is the offspring of Brian Ritchie, who used to roam the halls of the Shorecrest Hotel where I lived for almost a decade. This is the first solo exhibition of Silas’ acrylic paintings and soon you can read my review in thirdcoastdigest.com. What weather, though by the time you read this we may be shoveling out. And speaking of shoveling, Stephen Jackson of Bucks fame moved into this building, along with…

I know I’m old when I’ve lived long enough to write a review of  Silas B.Ritchie’s exhibition at Anaba Tea Room in Shorewood. Silas, who must be pushing 28, is the offspring of Brian Ritchie, who used to roam the halls of the Shorecrest Hotel where I lived for almost a decade. This is the first solo exhibition of Silas’ acrylic paintings and soon you can read my review in thirdcoastdigest.com.

What weather, though by the time you read this we may be shoveling out. And speaking of shoveling, Stephen Jackson of Bucks fame moved into this building, along with a very large American Bulldog. I have not yet seen the dog, but hear tell it is bigger than a basketball and smaller than a city bus.

Several of our penthouse units are for sale and one of them has been reduced to a cool 1.1 million, down from a cool 1.9 listing. Wondering how the other half lives, I wandered up to floor 18 to cruise the digs during the open house. Surprise, lots of other residents were cruising too, plus a few outsiders, probably tire kickers. Anyway, the unit, which is huge and on the lakeside, is decorated in a style best described (by me) as Versailles meets Vegas. Dripping with overkill, the wrought iron railing on the stairway leading up to the second story was handmade and when trucked down Prospect en route to being installed, the unit owner paid the city $20,000 to have the street blocked off. Or so I hear. There’s something creepy about having your living quarters inspected by “prospective” buyers who can’t help but look in the closets and bureau drawers to see what the lady of the house wears. There’s also an elevator in the unit. I couldn’t wait to escape all the frou frou and get back to my comparatively modest mid-century moderne décor.

Oprah’s mother was on the elevator this morning, but other than that I have no new celebs to report on.

If you’re reading this, go to the Tool Shed for the January 20 Gallery Night exhibition of black and white photographs by Balthazar and SM Kubica. S.M. is Sonia, formerly of the Milwaukee Artists Resource Network (which she founded), and Balthazar is a guy who wears glasses that sometimes steam up.

Ciao,

Condomania