Thursday, July 8, 2010
It was 102 yesterday in Washington, it felt way hotter thanks to D.C.'s legendary humidity. Certainly, not the best time to visit. White hot, shimmering haze cloaked the city, so it was a relief to enter the Hirshhorn and immerse oneself in the refreshing velvet expanses of IKB (International Klein Blue) that recall the sea and sky of Yves Klein’s native Cote d’Azur. Though he was no slouch in the hype and self-promotion department, his work’s got the goods; it continues to hold up and is as fresh and beguiling as it ever was.