Collecting Leaves
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Superheroine, where are you?
“Javits Center!” the M34 bus driver shouted into the microphone just before 4PM, on February 23rd, a Friday afternoon. “Join the line and enjoy yourself,” he said and his tone was unmistakably sarcastic.
The line of ticket holders, most of whom bought there tickets online in advance to forgo long lines like this one, was stretching around the block. In the cold wind, some of them were shivering in a single T-shirt, always black with some super hero printed on the front.
Inside, on three floors, the Comic Con Show, only the second of its kind in New York City, welcomed the first few hundreds of visitors on the first half day of the weekend- long program.
On Level 3, the exhibit floor, where 140 vendors offered their merchandise, a small being with green head and long green hands chased a boy about seven years old. The boy fought back with a laser sword. When another green headed being appeared, the boy ran to his father screaming “Damn, there are more of them!”
In what seemed like a paradise of commerce and consumerism, a few vendors and visitors stood out.
In the back, near the food stands, Stephanie Pui-Mun Law, a Californian in her later thirties, exhibited her watercolors called Fantasy Art. The prints varied from Tarot cards to fairies, all gentle and subtle in details. She already sold out several $10 and $15 pieces, like the Empress card. “There is a lot of cross-over between comics and what I do,” she said. “I do a lot of comic conventions all over the country, and I have family in New York, so this way, I can combine business with pleasure.”
At the Atomic Comics booth, people in bright yellow overalls with symbols of radioactivity on their chests talked to visitors in such a nice and sincere way that it was clear – they were not from New York. “We are a bit sleep deprived,” Lou Louis, said noting that her parents had fun giving her her first name. “We drove out here in three days from Phoenix, Arizona in our mobile comic van. It’s the first of its kind!”
Lou had a great time on Thursday being a tourist in New York, riding the subway, visiting China Town, Ground Zero, The Empire State Building, and of course, Midtown Comics. “It was my dream to go to that store. It’s like the biggest comic store ever!” she said.
Atomic Comics was established 20 years ago by Mike Malve who is proud to be present with his booth at every comic convention in the country and with his new mobile comic van all over Phoenix. (He also likes to mention that he knows Steven Colbert.)
Robert Wilman, an Atomic Comic employee of five years answered countless questions in front of the van. “The van can get comics to people who otherwise would not be interested,” he said. “We go to air force bases, mall parking lots and schools,” he said. “Over the summer, we go to classrooms to tell the kids about the history of gaming and comics. People love the van!”
To the left, past countless commercial booths, the Vampire Cowboys Theatre Company presented one of its shows, Living Dead in Denmark, on a flat screen TV. The play was a parody of comic characters with Asian martial arts incorporated in the scenes. This small, five years old, Manhattan based non-profit alternative theatre company was able to afford the $1800, six-foot long stand only due to a generous donor.
“It’s a great opportunity for us to be here, to get out name out here, get people know who we are” Abby Markus, the young and vibrant managing director, said. “This is our target audience and if five more people come to see our show as a result of this booth, we had a successful weekend.”
Michael Timko, an overweight forty-something bald man stoped at the booth. “This is the coolest name I’ve seen here,” he said with enthusiasm. “I just saw a similar show a few weeks ago. Let me get your card, I love this stuff!” he said to Markus who talked him into filling out a form to win free tickets.
Near the level entrance, across from a few people playing card games, Claire Nelson, of California, sat on the floor, resting.
“This is my first time in New York; my friend talked me into coming,” she said. “I got a bit tired because we’ve been running around the city all day before coming here. But to be honest, the San Diego show is much better. It’s bigger and there are more previews of movies and shows with actors and artists talking to the audience.”
In the middle of the floor, Wendy Kelman, the executive director of Geppi’s Entertainment Museum, dressed in a dark business suit, was not tired at all. Everyone, who stopped by the Museum’s showcase – and many did – received from her a poster, a brochure and even a map of Baltimore, where the museum is, with its location clearly marked. “It’s only four hours by car from here,” she said energetically.
“The older you are, the more you get out of it,” said of the museum that opened last September, Patricia Moore, sales and marketing representative. “We’ve got things that go back to the middle 1700s. You can follow the history of pop culture with us.”
Around 7 PM, at the $2 coat check, Frank Giella, waited for his coat with son James, 9. He was happy with his visit. “It’s bigger than last year and there is more comic related stuff, not just mass media. I like that,” he said. His son James liked his bag full of free give-aways. “They are trying to get kids back to collecting habits.”
Carlos Santofimia and his son Bastian, 8, from Florida, waited for the bus outside the Center. “I must tell you I was very disappointed in the organizers,” he said with a tick Spanish accent. “I bought the tickets online for both days for both of us and then I come here, wait in the line for an hour in the cold and learn that my son didn’t even need a ticket.”
A native of Madrid, Spain, this single dad did not really mind the inconvenience. “I think he has talent. He is eight now. I want him to be exposed to the best and here he can meet the artists and get some collectibles.”
“I hope it was worth it, Bastian!” Santofimia said looking at his son with a loving smile.
“Javits Center!” the M34 bus driver shouted into the microphone just before 4PM, on February 23rd, a Friday afternoon. “Join the line and enjoy yourself,” he said and his tone was unmistakably sarcastic.
The line of ticket holders, most of whom bought there tickets online in advance to forgo long lines like this one, was stretching around the block. In the cold wind, some of them were shivering in a single T-shirt, always black with some super hero printed on the front.
Inside, on three floors, the Comic Con Show, only the second of its kind in New York City, welcomed the first few hundreds of visitors on the first half day of the weekend- long program.
On Level 3, the exhibit floor, where 140 vendors offered their merchandise, a small being with green head and long green hands chased a boy about seven years old. The boy fought back with a laser sword. When another green headed being appeared, the boy ran to his father screaming “Damn, there are more of them!”
In what seemed like a paradise of commerce and consumerism, a few vendors and visitors stood out.
In the back, near the food stands, Stephanie Pui-Mun Law, a Californian in her later thirties, exhibited her watercolors called Fantasy Art. The prints varied from Tarot cards to fairies, all gentle and subtle in details. She already sold out several $10 and $15 pieces, like the Empress card. “There is a lot of cross-over between comics and what I do,” she said. “I do a lot of comic conventions all over the country, and I have family in New York, so this way, I can combine business with pleasure.”
At the Atomic Comics booth, people in bright yellow overalls with symbols of radioactivity on their chests talked to visitors in such a nice and sincere way that it was clear – they were not from New York. “We are a bit sleep deprived,” Lou Louis, said noting that her parents had fun giving her her first name. “We drove out here in three days from Phoenix, Arizona in our mobile comic van. It’s the first of its kind!”
Lou had a great time on Thursday being a tourist in New York, riding the subway, visiting China Town, Ground Zero, The Empire State Building, and of course, Midtown Comics. “It was my dream to go to that store. It’s like the biggest comic store ever!” she said.
Atomic Comics was established 20 years ago by Mike Malve who is proud to be present with his booth at every comic convention in the country and with his new mobile comic van all over Phoenix. (He also likes to mention that he knows Steven Colbert.)
Robert Wilman, an Atomic Comic employee of five years answered countless questions in front of the van. “The van can get comics to people who otherwise would not be interested,” he said. “We go to air force bases, mall parking lots and schools,” he said. “Over the summer, we go to classrooms to tell the kids about the history of gaming and comics. People love the van!”
To the left, past countless commercial booths, the Vampire Cowboys Theatre Company presented one of its shows, Living Dead in Denmark, on a flat screen TV. The play was a parody of comic characters with Asian martial arts incorporated in the scenes. This small, five years old, Manhattan based non-profit alternative theatre company was able to afford the $1800, six-foot long stand only due to a generous donor.
“It’s a great opportunity for us to be here, to get out name out here, get people know who we are” Abby Markus, the young and vibrant managing director, said. “This is our target audience and if five more people come to see our show as a result of this booth, we had a successful weekend.”
Michael Timko, an overweight forty-something bald man stoped at the booth. “This is the coolest name I’ve seen here,” he said with enthusiasm. “I just saw a similar show a few weeks ago. Let me get your card, I love this stuff!” he said to Markus who talked him into filling out a form to win free tickets.
Near the level entrance, across from a few people playing card games, Claire Nelson, of California, sat on the floor, resting.
“This is my first time in New York; my friend talked me into coming,” she said. “I got a bit tired because we’ve been running around the city all day before coming here. But to be honest, the San Diego show is much better. It’s bigger and there are more previews of movies and shows with actors and artists talking to the audience.”
In the middle of the floor, Wendy Kelman, the executive director of Geppi’s Entertainment Museum, dressed in a dark business suit, was not tired at all. Everyone, who stopped by the Museum’s showcase – and many did – received from her a poster, a brochure and even a map of Baltimore, where the museum is, with its location clearly marked. “It’s only four hours by car from here,” she said energetically.
“The older you are, the more you get out of it,” said of the museum that opened last September, Patricia Moore, sales and marketing representative. “We’ve got things that go back to the middle 1700s. You can follow the history of pop culture with us.”
Around 7 PM, at the $2 coat check, Frank Giella, waited for his coat with son James, 9. He was happy with his visit. “It’s bigger than last year and there is more comic related stuff, not just mass media. I like that,” he said. His son James liked his bag full of free give-aways. “They are trying to get kids back to collecting habits.”
Carlos Santofimia and his son Bastian, 8, from Florida, waited for the bus outside the Center. “I must tell you I was very disappointed in the organizers,” he said with a tick Spanish accent. “I bought the tickets online for both days for both of us and then I come here, wait in the line for an hour in the cold and learn that my son didn’t even need a ticket.”
A native of Madrid, Spain, this single dad did not really mind the inconvenience. “I think he has talent. He is eight now. I want him to be exposed to the best and here he can meet the artists and get some collectibles.”
“I hope it was worth it, Bastian!” Santofimia said looking at his son with a loving smile.
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Notes on a Scandal
Obsession is sweet, especially when surrounded by secrecy. A secret object of desire makes a lonely life more interesting, fills it with action, drama and emotions.
When the young, beautiful, insecure and somewhat confused Sheba (Cate Blanchett) arrives as a new art teacher at a high school in a London suburb, the veteran teacher Barbara (Judi Dench) senses a chance. This woman could be the new object of her desire.
As their friendship carefully evolves, Sheba learns to trust Barbara, who buys flowers, gets a new haircut, and puts makeup and fancy clothes on, when she accepts an invitation for a Sunday dinner at Sheba’s.
Not surprisingly, she is bitterly disappointed when Sheba’s husband opens the door. Barbara did not expect a husband, and even less a difficult teenage daughter and a son with Down’s Syndrome.
They are so very different, these two women. Barbara is old, grumpy, lonely, poor and secretive. Sheba is young, elegant, sexy, wealthy and puts her emotions out even when it is to her disadvantage.
Whereas Barbara is closeted even to herself, Sheba is clearly straight and has no problem having sex with a 15-year-old student. He is young, handsome and pushy – a perfect antidote to her older, gentle husband. With this, the ‘scandal’ in Notes on a Scandal begins.
Barbara, like a good stalker, soon finds out about the affair and after her initial shock and anger, she recognizes this as her chance to chain Sheba to herself. Barbara offers empathy, an advice of a mature woman and Sheba promises to end the affair. But the affair does not end and Barbara is not getting what she wants.
She tries to blackmail Sheba into physical and emotional closeness, but Sheba resists. She doesn’t like Barbara’s touch and she put her family first when Barbara comes to her crying after her cat died.
When a colleague, the math teacher Brian, asks Barbara out for lunch only to enquire about Sheba, Barbara cannot contain herself anymore and tells him ‘the secret’: “Sheba likes younger men, you know. Much younger men. You are aware of her unusually close relationship with one of the Year Eleven boys?”
Brian tells the principal, the scandal gets into the tabloids, Sheba is suspended from school, thrown out of her house and lands at Barbara’s, where she finds Barbara’s notebooks. These notebooks contain everything that happened since Sheba entered the school – Barbara’s emotions, her judgmental opinions of colleagues, Sheba’s children, Sheba herself and her betrayal.
At the end of the movie, the principal, who is aware of Barbara’s previous stalking which ended in a restraining order, forces Barbara into early retirement.
Judi Dench does a superb job playing a neglected, narcissistic school teacher, who hates herself more than she hates everybody else in the world. Dench’s posture, her clothes and hair and especially her voice, which narrates throughout the movie in the form of her journal entries, reveal all that we can know about such a pitiful human being.
In an especially telling scene, Dench lies in the bathtub, thinking about the desperation that overcomes a person who hasn’t been touched by another human being for years.
Barbara’s conscious manipulations comes from an unconscious desire to have a companion, to have someone to love who would persuade her that she is desirable and lovable. It is impossible for Barbara to face her own sexuality, to get out of the comfortable and familiar lonely world of notebook entries to the world of real humans.
Blanchett’s Sheba is pitiful in a different way. After years of unfulfilled marriage and burdensome motherhood, she is ready to act on impulse and quickly falls apart under pressure. She trusts the wrong people and instead of getting out, falls deeper into a self-made trap.
Adapted from a novel by Zoe Heller, this movie has the best acting I have seen on screen last year.
Obsession is sweet, especially when surrounded by secrecy. A secret object of desire makes a lonely life more interesting, fills it with action, drama and emotions.
When the young, beautiful, insecure and somewhat confused Sheba (Cate Blanchett) arrives as a new art teacher at a high school in a London suburb, the veteran teacher Barbara (Judi Dench) senses a chance. This woman could be the new object of her desire.
As their friendship carefully evolves, Sheba learns to trust Barbara, who buys flowers, gets a new haircut, and puts makeup and fancy clothes on, when she accepts an invitation for a Sunday dinner at Sheba’s.
Not surprisingly, she is bitterly disappointed when Sheba’s husband opens the door. Barbara did not expect a husband, and even less a difficult teenage daughter and a son with Down’s Syndrome.
They are so very different, these two women. Barbara is old, grumpy, lonely, poor and secretive. Sheba is young, elegant, sexy, wealthy and puts her emotions out even when it is to her disadvantage.
Whereas Barbara is closeted even to herself, Sheba is clearly straight and has no problem having sex with a 15-year-old student. He is young, handsome and pushy – a perfect antidote to her older, gentle husband. With this, the ‘scandal’ in Notes on a Scandal begins.
Barbara, like a good stalker, soon finds out about the affair and after her initial shock and anger, she recognizes this as her chance to chain Sheba to herself. Barbara offers empathy, an advice of a mature woman and Sheba promises to end the affair. But the affair does not end and Barbara is not getting what she wants.
She tries to blackmail Sheba into physical and emotional closeness, but Sheba resists. She doesn’t like Barbara’s touch and she put her family first when Barbara comes to her crying after her cat died.
When a colleague, the math teacher Brian, asks Barbara out for lunch only to enquire about Sheba, Barbara cannot contain herself anymore and tells him ‘the secret’: “Sheba likes younger men, you know. Much younger men. You are aware of her unusually close relationship with one of the Year Eleven boys?”
Brian tells the principal, the scandal gets into the tabloids, Sheba is suspended from school, thrown out of her house and lands at Barbara’s, where she finds Barbara’s notebooks. These notebooks contain everything that happened since Sheba entered the school – Barbara’s emotions, her judgmental opinions of colleagues, Sheba’s children, Sheba herself and her betrayal.
At the end of the movie, the principal, who is aware of Barbara’s previous stalking which ended in a restraining order, forces Barbara into early retirement.
Judi Dench does a superb job playing a neglected, narcissistic school teacher, who hates herself more than she hates everybody else in the world. Dench’s posture, her clothes and hair and especially her voice, which narrates throughout the movie in the form of her journal entries, reveal all that we can know about such a pitiful human being.
In an especially telling scene, Dench lies in the bathtub, thinking about the desperation that overcomes a person who hasn’t been touched by another human being for years.
Barbara’s conscious manipulations comes from an unconscious desire to have a companion, to have someone to love who would persuade her that she is desirable and lovable. It is impossible for Barbara to face her own sexuality, to get out of the comfortable and familiar lonely world of notebook entries to the world of real humans.
Blanchett’s Sheba is pitiful in a different way. After years of unfulfilled marriage and burdensome motherhood, she is ready to act on impulse and quickly falls apart under pressure. She trusts the wrong people and instead of getting out, falls deeper into a self-made trap.
Adapted from a novel by Zoe Heller, this movie has the best acting I have seen on screen last year.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Bohemian National Hall
On the Upper East Side of Manhattan, the Bohemian National Hall, a big neo-Renaissance building with its freshly renovated off-white façade and the sign Narodni Budova (National Building) proudly announces that the history of Czechs in New York continues.
The building, with its five stories, stands in the middle of the block on East 73rd Street, between Second and First Avenues. Not unlike the Czech state, which needed a full renovation after the fall of Communism, the Hall needed to be partially built anew. Modern conveniences (elevators, air conditioning, bathrooms on each floor) and safety features (wide emergency exit staircases, stronger walls) were added.
The renovation started almost six years ago and still continues, except for the third floor, which has been finished and is already used for gatherings and cultural events. Many of those in any way connected to Czechs or the former Czechoslovakia – about 26 thousand in the city - visit even now, before the end of renovations and the Hall’s official opening.
Near a typical New York parking lot and among typical New York tenement buildings, this impressive structure represents Czechness once again.
Inside, men stand on ladders, a Polish contractor works on wires.
On the third floor, the only floor already in use, two spacious rooms await their admirers. Four red leather chairs sit in front of wide windows, across from the wall covered with shelves of books in Czech and Slovak. The Czech composer Antonin Dvorak, who lived in New York, looks down from the wall. A white lime stone fire place rescued from his former home sits in between two desks.
Everything smells of paint. The carpets and the doors, all new, so far almost untouched, wait for a history of their own.
Above, on the fifth floor, the great Ball Room is in ruins. Bare red brick walls surround the huge empty space, which once saw great theatrical productions. If the floor could talk, it would tell about balls, weddings and parties with music and dance. Now there is silence. A century is soaked into this structure, with both fame and decline. It is dark inside, only the construction worker’s bright light disturbs the heaviness, as if the old building decided to close its eyes and reminisce.
“The symbols of our presence in New York are disappearing,” Halka Kaiserova, the counsel general of the Czech Republic said. “Antonin Dvorak’s house, in which he wrote his symphony ‘From The New World’, was demolished. The Bohemian Hall was on the verge of disappearing as well and our government thought it was worth saving.”
Czechs and Slovaks began their emigration to New York in the 1870s; that influx peaked at the turn of the century. By that time, about 30,000 Bohemians lived on the Upper East Side, in Little Bohemia, located between 65th and 78th Streets.
Looking for places that would preserve their history and culture, the various organizations and clubs serving Czechs and Slovaks (under the umbrella name Bohemian Benevolent Literary Association) built the National Hall, at 321-323 East 73rd Street. The building opened in 1896, the ground floor with a restaurant and bar, the upper floors offered club rooms, a theater and a ballroom.
By the 1960s, the Czechs and Slovaks had moved to other parts of New York, mostly Queens and the building was used as a theatre and private studios. Liza Minelli, among others, performed in the building. By the late 1980s, rumor of demolition spread among the expatriates.
The Czech government negotiated with the umbrella of Czech organizations, buying the building in 2001 for $1, renovating it and selling the third floor back to the NGOs for $1.
Because of some unforeseen hurdles, such as the oil leak in the basement and asbestos removal, the renovation is still in progress. By the project’s completion, planned for the fall of next year, its final cost is estimated to reach $30 million.
“Everybody loves to come here – it’s a beautiful building and I am very pleased with the work done on the third floor,” said Jan Hird Pokorny, the 95-year old architect who prepared plans for façade renovation and who came to New York in 1940.
“The guests are a mixture of new and old immigrants, Czechs and Slovaks,” Pokorny, who participates on most events in the building, added. He is happy that the building functions even while the reconstruction is still continuing.
“About half of our visitors so far were American,” Pavel Semerak, who oversees the reconstruction on behalf of the Czech government, said. “For our Christmas show, Bethlehem, we had a full house four times, including a public rehearsal. We only had 120 helmets, which limited the number of visitors we could allow at any one time.” Visitors had to use helmets because this part of the building is still under construction.
The former Czech president, Vaclav Havel, celebrated his 70th birthday here in 2006; a festival of his plays began on the same day at the Bohemian National Hall. Tom Stoppard, the British playwright of Czech origin joined Havel in December to see the story of Bethlehem, in which the building played a very important role: scenes were staged on every floor, including the roof.
“The new mission of this building is to be a showcase for the Czech Republic,” said Margita Fuchsova, director of the Bohemian National Hall. “The Czech Consulate, the Czech Center and civic organizations will occupy this space, but we envision it as a place of intersection of European and American cultures. Our National Hall lives again!”
On the Upper East Side of Manhattan, the Bohemian National Hall, a big neo-Renaissance building with its freshly renovated off-white façade and the sign Narodni Budova (National Building) proudly announces that the history of Czechs in New York continues.
The building, with its five stories, stands in the middle of the block on East 73rd Street, between Second and First Avenues. Not unlike the Czech state, which needed a full renovation after the fall of Communism, the Hall needed to be partially built anew. Modern conveniences (elevators, air conditioning, bathrooms on each floor) and safety features (wide emergency exit staircases, stronger walls) were added.
The renovation started almost six years ago and still continues, except for the third floor, which has been finished and is already used for gatherings and cultural events. Many of those in any way connected to Czechs or the former Czechoslovakia – about 26 thousand in the city - visit even now, before the end of renovations and the Hall’s official opening.
Near a typical New York parking lot and among typical New York tenement buildings, this impressive structure represents Czechness once again.
Inside, men stand on ladders, a Polish contractor works on wires.
On the third floor, the only floor already in use, two spacious rooms await their admirers. Four red leather chairs sit in front of wide windows, across from the wall covered with shelves of books in Czech and Slovak. The Czech composer Antonin Dvorak, who lived in New York, looks down from the wall. A white lime stone fire place rescued from his former home sits in between two desks.
Everything smells of paint. The carpets and the doors, all new, so far almost untouched, wait for a history of their own.
Above, on the fifth floor, the great Ball Room is in ruins. Bare red brick walls surround the huge empty space, which once saw great theatrical productions. If the floor could talk, it would tell about balls, weddings and parties with music and dance. Now there is silence. A century is soaked into this structure, with both fame and decline. It is dark inside, only the construction worker’s bright light disturbs the heaviness, as if the old building decided to close its eyes and reminisce.
“The symbols of our presence in New York are disappearing,” Halka Kaiserova, the counsel general of the Czech Republic said. “Antonin Dvorak’s house, in which he wrote his symphony ‘From The New World’, was demolished. The Bohemian Hall was on the verge of disappearing as well and our government thought it was worth saving.”
Czechs and Slovaks began their emigration to New York in the 1870s; that influx peaked at the turn of the century. By that time, about 30,000 Bohemians lived on the Upper East Side, in Little Bohemia, located between 65th and 78th Streets.
Looking for places that would preserve their history and culture, the various organizations and clubs serving Czechs and Slovaks (under the umbrella name Bohemian Benevolent Literary Association) built the National Hall, at 321-323 East 73rd Street. The building opened in 1896, the ground floor with a restaurant and bar, the upper floors offered club rooms, a theater and a ballroom.
By the 1960s, the Czechs and Slovaks had moved to other parts of New York, mostly Queens and the building was used as a theatre and private studios. Liza Minelli, among others, performed in the building. By the late 1980s, rumor of demolition spread among the expatriates.
The Czech government negotiated with the umbrella of Czech organizations, buying the building in 2001 for $1, renovating it and selling the third floor back to the NGOs for $1.
Because of some unforeseen hurdles, such as the oil leak in the basement and asbestos removal, the renovation is still in progress. By the project’s completion, planned for the fall of next year, its final cost is estimated to reach $30 million.
“Everybody loves to come here – it’s a beautiful building and I am very pleased with the work done on the third floor,” said Jan Hird Pokorny, the 95-year old architect who prepared plans for façade renovation and who came to New York in 1940.
“The guests are a mixture of new and old immigrants, Czechs and Slovaks,” Pokorny, who participates on most events in the building, added. He is happy that the building functions even while the reconstruction is still continuing.
“About half of our visitors so far were American,” Pavel Semerak, who oversees the reconstruction on behalf of the Czech government, said. “For our Christmas show, Bethlehem, we had a full house four times, including a public rehearsal. We only had 120 helmets, which limited the number of visitors we could allow at any one time.” Visitors had to use helmets because this part of the building is still under construction.
The former Czech president, Vaclav Havel, celebrated his 70th birthday here in 2006; a festival of his plays began on the same day at the Bohemian National Hall. Tom Stoppard, the British playwright of Czech origin joined Havel in December to see the story of Bethlehem, in which the building played a very important role: scenes were staged on every floor, including the roof.
“The new mission of this building is to be a showcase for the Czech Republic,” said Margita Fuchsova, director of the Bohemian National Hall. “The Czech Consulate, the Czech Center and civic organizations will occupy this space, but we envision it as a place of intersection of European and American cultures. Our National Hall lives again!”
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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