Sta Fe ’12: Window shopping

Mawls, or malls, were never my thing. I don’t go to stores to look. But Santa Fe has some remarkable things in windows, and a ton of galleries. It makes up for some of the quietude at night, when some are hitting La Fonda, or some bar on San Francisco. Don’t sit on your aaz, get out there and take a look. This is Sante Fe dressed for guests.

As this is my third visit, some of the luster has worn off, but they often do good windows, which are interesting to go past, and always tell, I believe, something about a place, like when I was in New Orleans.

They are not there to be politically correct.

New Mexico has that thing about pronouncing Native, as it sounds rather like  “Indian.” I remember being reminded in Perú,, never to say, indio, but indígenas. Those South Americans, I believe, see themselves as indigenous peoples, not European. I get the feeling in New Mexico, native populations know they have always been there, therefore terminology is redundancy. In New Mexico, the identification seems to be with pueblo, sometimes tribe. There is a funny painting in Santa Fe Museum of Fine Arts by Ray Martin Abeyta called Indios. The East is far more assertive about the “correct” term, but myself being ignorant, I let people label themselves.

Jewelry, and the sacred turquoise in particular

But the best can be seen by the people who really create it: in front of the Governor’s Palace on the Plaza 7 days a week. Save your money from the pretty shops and go talk and buy from the real artists and artisans.

Rainbow Man, east of the Plaza, a nice shop to look in.

Legends is on Lincoln, bottom three on Don Gaspar

The poignant portrait of Allan Houser, done by his son, stands on Lincoln Street.

Galleries galore, the Houser gallery is the one with work of both the late artist, but his two sons, who are continuing tradition under his non-Anglo spelling, Haozous.

Potters Maria Martinez’ blackware (left) and Helen Cordero’s storyteller imagery (right)

Image museum quality Maria Martinez and Helen Cordero pieces in store windows! That is because they were working potters, before they were canonized as artistes. Please remember that when seeing real life working potters.

Pretty clothes

Their clothes have that studied casualness, apropos to Radical Chic out of the early 70s. Men’s stuff, too. But it looks like it is worn more often by tourists than locals. At least, those I saw on the streets.

I may be in a bubble in my head, but I don’t remember Day of the Dead so much there, except for one nice little shop off Lincoln. This year I noticed a little more, the following two lower shots were off the southwest side of the Plaza, in a less expensive shop.

Dorothy and the rest of the gang were on another wall

love Design Warehouse on Marcy Street, they always have neat windows.

Of course, all of this is nothing next to the big enchilada of artfullness: Canyon Road, stay tuned!

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