Michael
A. Maynez
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Michael
A. Maynez
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Bellagio At Las Vegas
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly, and with a web woven
of silk threads and diamonds, they rushed with open arms to the newest
resort hotel “BELLAGIO”. It reeks with money, millions of dollars,
no stone has been unturned to make this the plush of plush. The trendiest
of the shops that make Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills and Via Venuto
in Rome look like cousins of the poor. From Armani, Chanel, Cole
Hann, Hermes to the finest jewelry that plastic can afford. You can
walk in your Guccis, Donna Karan or Salvadore Ferragamo shoes in all those
marble and lush carpets, miles and acres of beauty to cover. The
Bellagio, takes its name from a small Italian town that faces Lake Como
and Steve Wynn, has literally duplicated it, including Lake Como that fronts
the property. With dancing waters that brilliantly sway and
sparkle to singers ranging from Pavoraite to Frank Sinatra. Even Missolini
never experience Lake Como like this. I must question our values
when the stage show “O” charges $100.00 per ticket to see the Cirque De
Soleuil , all they have done is added water to it, a play on the word “eau”.
As opposed to the $10.00 entry fee to see the greatest three hundred million
art show in the small but beautifully appointed , The Bellagio Gallery
of Fine Art, which holds a collection to be envied by the greatest art
connosieurs. Granted you have to wait two hours to obtain tickets
and another to hours to get in at peak times, BUT IT IS WORTH EVERY MINUTE
OF IT. Where else can you thrill at a Claude Monet, Henri
Matisse, Joan Miro. Great masterpieces that have been in private
collections and that now are all here for the public to enjoy, Edgar Degas,
Auguste Renoir, Edouard Manet. Not to be sidetracked by the incredible
Vincent Van Gogh’s peasant woman sitting in a wheat field, to looking
from the the other side of the room Paul Gauguin’s brilliant “The Bathers”,
what would a gallery be without a Pablo Picasso, his stark portrait
of his wartime lover Dora Maar. The abstracts have not been ignored,
what Willem de Kooning’s , “Police Gazette” to Andy Warhol’s iconic silkscreen
of Marilyn Monroe. Sculpture is sparse, but Alberto Giacometti’s
,”Man Pointing”, is thinly and visibly stark. While Bransuci’s Brass
demands your attention. NOTE that neither stage show or art show
have celebrity stars as such, but now it will really be criminal to go
to Las Vegas and not see this Gallery of REAL STARS. It must be catching,
because now the Rio Hotel is opening November 7th with the Treasures of
Russia from the Pterhof Palaces of the czars for six months before it returns
to St. Petersburg, Russia . Viewers will be able to glimpse
at magnificent pieces from Faberge, including the Chanticlear Egg, which
is on loan from the Forbes Collection in New York for this special engagement.
AH! CULTURE THY NAME BE VANITY
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