Surely as a direct result of the abundant romantic pheromones filling museums and galleries in the wake of Valentine’s Day, this week’s crop of Art World Missed Connections may be our richest ever, and is certainly the most women-dominated to date. From the new Sean Kelly space in Hell’s Kitchen’s nether regions to the Metropolitan Museum‘s Roman sculpture galleries, by way of indie video games at the Museum of the Moving Image, art-loving women were on the prowl this week.
We begin chez Sean Kelly, where two attendees of last week’s openings for the Anthony McCall and James White shows locked eyes repeatedly. Thereafter, a young woman posted “Sean Kelly Gallery – w4m – 22,” which reads:
You were at the opening 2/15, wearing a jaunty leather hat and a really great coat. We kept making eye contact, though neither of us said anything (I may have overheard your name is David?). Towards the end of the night a woman came in and you left together- don’t want to wreck any homes, but if you’re available, you look like you’ve got fascinating stories. I’d love to hear what you thought of the show over coffee sometime.
Two nights later, a young woman attending the Museum of the Moving Image’s Indiecade festival gave an artsy gamer a token of her affection — which also happened to be a video game token. Later, she posted “Tom! Museum of moving image during indiecade – w4m – 24 (Midtown East)“:
Tom – we met in line for a game at the museum of the moving image in Astoria on Sunday feb 17th. You left to go find your friend but I gave you a token and held your place in line. I am blond and my name starts with E.
At the opposite end of the art historical timeline, a young woman visiting the Met spotted a well-dressed young gent as he was leaving the galleries of Roman sculpture. In her post, “Dapper blonde man at the Met – w4m – 23 (Upper East Side),” she describes the near-encounter in endearingly frazzled detail:
I made eye contact with you as you were heading down the stairs from the Roman sculpture gallery–you were looking gorgeous and dapper as all hell in a a suit and a green tie with a tie pin. I was the flustered looking redhead with the messy bun and the coat over her arm, answering her phone. You were on your way out and I was on my cell phone, or I’d have said hello. Maybe we can hit up the Met again sometime?
A word of caution to the dapper blonde man, if he is thinking about answering the above post: People who speak on their phones in museums are, in our opinion, the worst.
During a visit to the Museum of Modern Art‘s blockbuster “Inventing Abstraction” show, a young lady and the lad nearby were both taken aback by a mysterious voice whose source they then struggled to discover. (Spoiler: It was Cupid.) They bonded over the shared hardship, and the young woman later posted “MOMA the hidden speaker – w4m – 30 (MOMA)“:
There as someone talking, both of us searching for its source, alas a hidden speaker, we both thought it was in your pocket – you claimed it was your belly. Who knows?
Lastly, in a paltry gesture toward gender parity, we have one item written by a man who was visiting the New York Historical Society on Monday when an apparent employee caught his eye. His post, “Cute Girl in Pantsuit at the New York Historical Society – m4w – 26 (Upper West Side),” sets the scene:
Hi! I have no idea how to start an ad like this. I was at the New York Historical Society museum today (Monday, February 18) and saw you there. From the look of it, it seemed like you were working there, possibly having something to do with the chocolate exhibit in the front, though I couldn’t stop looking your way. I’m not sure if it was your decadent attire (a very elegant, yet casual, pantsuit), your flowing dark hair, or the fact that you were undoubtedly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’d have to be for me to put an ad on Craigslist, right? This isn’t so much a missed connection as we didn’t “connect,” but it’s more of an ad in hopes that you see this and will let me introduce myself and buy you a drink.
The pantsuited woman must have been very cute to take attention away from this mysterious “chocolate exhibit” — or perhaps the proximity of ever-romantic chocolate art acted as an aphrodisiac.
— Benjamin Sutton