This weekend I went to the New Museum in New York City for the first time. I am not really sure what took me so long to get there but I think it was a subliminal resistance to prolong my optimism towards to the museum, as a response to the negative feelings I have heard from those around me about it. For the most part it was a major disappointment, but it was the Emory Douglas Exhibition which I saw last that that turned the trip into time well spent.
