Now that we’ve nestled into Englewood, and the next phase of our lives as moderne apartment dwellers (our granddaughters refer to our new abode as “Oma & Opa’s Hotel”) we spend just enough time in town during the week to appreciate some of the more eclectic sights. Walking out the front door in the early morning mist can look like a surrealist painting …
… though reality is no match for the art galleries, my new-found favorite being Borghi Fine Art Gallery. What makes fine art fine?
We’d all likely agree that Bill Angresano’s rendering of the George Washington Bridge, it’s span connecting New York to New Jersey, is a fine work of art on display in the store. But the current work of art displayed in the floor-to-ceiling window of Borghi is a bit more exposed than the GW bridge, and some might say over-exposed.
The public display of the female form seems to be a study in contrasts in Englewood these days, a curious juxtaposition of the modesty of dress by the Orthodox Jewish women who quietly occupy some of the units in our building, and whose husbands frequent the Starbucks down the block where Dan the Barista greets them on Fridays with “TGIES” (Thank G-d It’s Erev Shabbos) … with the public display of the female forms that adorn the window of the store opposite us on West Palisade Avenue.
Let me leave you with this thought. Haven’t we arrived at the point where Victoria’s secret isn’t a secret anymore?