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Downtown Manhattan skyline from the West Side Highway. 5:00 PM. Photo: JH.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013.Cold in New York, just like the weatherman promised, with bright sunshine and the forsythia gaining color in the park nearby. Supposed to be this way for the rest of the week. Overcoats coming off anyway.

Last night I went over to the Café Carlyle to see the great Elaine Stritch on the opening night of her “farewell” performance (she’s there through Saturday). Not officially “farewell,” but Elaine’s moving back to Michigan — Birmingham — where she grew up and where she has lots of wonderful nieces and nephews, children of her sisters, who can be nearby — since she’s a single lady at this time in her life.

There was great anticipation in the room. It was a hot ticket in New York an not easy getting a seat in the house. She drew a big crowd of names – Tom Hanks and his wife Rita Wilson, Liza Minnelli with her friend Michael Feinstein; Bernadette Peters, Tony Bennett, James Levine, Rex Reed, for starters. There wasn’t an empty inch in the place.
The Cafe Carlyle with its Vertes murals last night as guests are being seated for the opening of Elaine's Stritch's farewell engagement, which runs through Saturday.
My table happened to be next to Maestro James Levine’s and we briefly discussed why we were there to see this particular performance. Mr. Levine is a friend of Miss Stritch (or “Stritchie” as Noel Coward always called her). We agreed that Stritch’s kind of performance, Stritch’s kind of performer, is now gone from the scene.

Levine told me that he was always interested in how performers keep up the quality in the repetitiveness of a performance.  The same artist’s techniques apply to a conductor’s performance. Stritch always seems fresh, like this is the first time. Except when you watch her move around, and listen to her, even watch her sitting on a stool, you’re watching someone who’s perfected the moves to the point where they look, in fact even are, natural.
Stritch singing Rodgers and Hart's sweet lament, "He Was Too Good To Me ..."
The last time I saw her was also at the Café Carlyle last year. She did an evening of Sondheim songs. She’s 88 now, and she doesn’t look like a young girl, but the girl’s still the girl amazingly. The energy level is unflagging.

She told us last night that she fell and broke her hip awhile ago and it’s been Not Been Pleasant ever since. She has such an enormous personality that it’s hard to believe anything could stop her from moving (performing). But after this fall, and this hip thing, she'd been persuaded to slow down some.

She’s always been a city girl since she first came her as a kid “to be on the stage.” In the last several years she’s lived on the Upper East Side (and at the Carlyle) and so you’d see her around, walking. Big strong gait, moving forward. She’s the kind of New Yorker who would stop and talk to you if you needed directions. And you’d get not only the directions but That Performer’s Personality which can do nothing but charm and disarm.

The lady plays the show and sings the final note.
So for all that was I anxious to get a seat at last night’s performance. She came out in the Stritch costume – big white overblouse, almost a mini-dress, big black sleeveless, paneled vest, even longer; black stockings and black books. Black rimmed glasses also when necessary.

Her arranger/accompanist Rob Bowman came out first and sat down at the piano. Bowman’s been working with Stritch for quite some time. He’s also the musical director of the Chicago productions, and arranger/director for several other performers. He looks like a preppy college jock who sat down at the piano in the fraternity house, and just for the helluva it plays a bunch of rousing tunes all by ear. He loves making music. But it turns out he’s a maestro too.

He told us that he’d be the only one on with Stritch (no other musicians) and that it would be more like an “informal evening” rather than a full out club act.

Then she made her entrance, assisted by a cane and fulla beans and loud enough for everyone to hear. Elaine Stritch is one of those people who is naturally funny, and naturally an actress. She was probably an actress around the house growing up. A brilliant genius of actress, I should add. She loves the audience and she loves performing.

The act usually is quite a bit of patter and anecdotes, all presented with her offhanded directness, and no denouements left unsaid.  And then a song perhaps to define the story. Watching her sing a song is something every actor and actress who will ever perform a song should watch. Because it looks like she just sits there and casually (and emphatically) sings, which tells a story with her version of the experience. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? Hardest thing in the world. Practically nobody can do it anymore. The reason for that isn’t in the performers but in the business itself. There's no one to carry the code of the techniques. Stritch's prep was tradition, generations of live performing before live audiences

As soon as she was onstage she had to tell us who was in the house, namely Tom Hanks. And how she loves movie stars. Mr. Hanks became the object of much exclamation, show biz stories and jokes, and Stritch entertaining the crowd. Laughter. Applause. More laughter, more applause. She told us how Cole Porter used to like to write “send-ups” of his own lyrics and to the tune of “You’re the Top,” she sang one of his send-ups, “You’re the Pop, you’re my baby’s daddy ....” Very funny. More laughter, more jokes, more stories. Then before you know it an hour and a half had passed and she closed with Rodgers and Hart’s“He Was Too Good (how can I get along without him ...?)”

She told us over and over how frightened she was at getting through the evening. We could see what made her uneasy, except ironically she is so in command as a performer that even when she goes up on a lyric (and experiences the forgetfulness in front of an audience), she shows her reaction and then instantly moves on with such bravado and profound (to her toenails) talent, that you just keep on keepin’ on with her. 

This video of her performance at the White House before the Obamas tell you the whole story of this amazing Broadway star and legend and her performance last night at the Café Carlyle. She’ll keep you on your toes too.
Two weeks ago, on a Saturday, at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art in New Orleans, they held a Blackglama Gala: A Legendary Evening honoring Peter Rogers. The center of the evening is the exhibition “What Becomes a Legend Most? The Blackglama Photographs from the Collection of Peter Rogers.

Peter is the creator of the now iconic advertising campaign of some of the most famous women (and some men) in the world of entertainment. In the Blackglama collection, they lent that glamour to more than 50 black-and-white photographs by Richard Avedon, Bill King and Francesco Scavullo.

The photographs showcased in the exhibition are from the heyday of the campaign that ran from 1968 to 1993. It is a stellar lineup from opera singer Leontyne Price and Ray Charles to Shirley MacLaine and Rosalind Russell, along with Taylor, Pavarotti, Liza, Crawford, Audrey Hepburn, Judy Garland, Marlene Dietrich, Cher, Claudette Colbert, Lillian Hellman, and scores more of that celebrity.
Joan Crawford.Audrey Hepburn.
Judy Garland.Liza Minnelli.
Leontyne Price.Ray Charles.
Lucille Ball.Marlene Dietrich.
Ann Miller.Ethel Merman.
Pavarotti.Barbra Streisand.
Bette Davis.Lillian Hellman.
Cher.Brigitte Bardot.
This celebrated campaign What Becomes a Legend Most? campaign was conceived in 1968 for the Great Lakes Mink Association (GLMA) to create awareness about the high-quality mink fur produced by farmers in that region of the United States. Out of this need, an iconic brand and advertising campaign was born: the brand name, “Blackglama,” the “What Becomes a Legend Most” tagline, and the idea to use stars of stage and screen wearing Blackglama furs (which they were allowed to take home after the photo shoot, which how Rogers acquired such a roster of famous names). As art director for the campaign, he found the talent, cosseted them with limousines and personal attention and hired the best to make them look sensational. Many of his subjects already legendary.

From 1969 to 1972, Richard Avedon was the primary photographer. Bill King then photographed the campaign until his death in 1987. Other photographers represented in the exhibition are Francesco Scavullo, Brigitte Lacombe and Jeanloup Sieff.
Peter Rogers enters his exhibition.
New Orleans is the recently adopted home of Peter, who left New York and his busloads of friends behind to start a new life (and a new house in the French Quarter which will be in the May issue of Architectural Digest) n the Big Easy.

The move to New Orleans after living all of his adult life in New York wasn’t as radical as it might sound. Peter is a native of Hattiesburg, Mississippi, Growing up, New Orleans was always The City for the boy. He got his start in the New York advertising industry  in a circular way beginning as a kid with an after school  job  at a local department store creating window displays. The owner of the store, recognizing his talent, told him to go to New York City when he finished school and work in advertising.
The boy took his boss’ advice. After working for a number of advertising agencies, he formed his own, Peter Rogers Associates, in 1974. His agency worked on the Blackglama fur campaign, as well as campaigns for which he created such taglines as: “If you don’t look good, we don’t look good” for Vidal Sassoon; “Demanded by and created for perfectionists” for Baccarat; “Me and my Scaasi” for the fashion designer Arnold Scaasi, and “When Your Own Initials are Enough,” for Bottega Veneta, which is still used by the company today.

The Ogden Museum of Southern Art/University of New Orleans is home to the largest and most comprehensive collection of Southern art in the world, and includes the Center for Southern Craft and Design. Here can be found the story of the South — the old and the new, as expressed in its art, music and education programs.
www.ogdenmuseum.org.
Sis Mann, George Dunbar, and Louisette Brown (Dunbar is a noted artist).
Ogden Museum staff Sarah Clinton, Crystal Padley, Ashlee Rivalto, and Ogden Museum Development Director Colleen Connor.
Ogden Museum Director William Andrews and Anna Beth Goodman.Jack and Mimi Davis.
Robert Harling, Cameron Seward, Byron Seward, and May Smythe.
Chris and Katy Weil with Alexa Georges.
Dr. Troy Scoggins and Robert Herndon.Stephanie Durant and Peter Rogers.
Joan Griswold, writer Roy Blount Jr., and Jean Strouse.
Julia Reed and Peter Rogers.
Stephanie Durant (foreground) with Monique Coleman.Ogden Museum Deputy Director Libra LaGrone.
Ann Barnett, Mary Beth Guarisco, Chris Guarisco, and Holly Barnett (Peter is taking the photo with the iphone. Mary Beth and Peter are old friends. Ann and her late husband used to own one of the top art galleries in New Orleans).
Michael Wilkinson and Stacie Andrews.
Peter signs a copy of his "Blackglama" book for Cheryl Nicholl. She had the copy for 30 years and came to the Gala to meet Peter and get him to sign the book.Ogden Museum Chief Curator Bradley Sumrall and Peter Rogers.
Andrew Sammartaro, Martha Ann Foster, and Julia Reed.
Cocktails on the fifth floor terrace of the Odgen Museum.
 

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