Month: June 2005

  • Fashionable Ideals

    On the surface, Armi Ratia and Lilly Pulitzer have a lot in common.
    Both women got their start in the 1950s and became famous for producing
    fabrics printed with bright colors and bold graphics. Both had a
    spirited, playful appeal—Pulitzer had her kitschy duck and turtle
    patterns, and Ratia named her company Marimekko, which translates from
    the Finnish as “little Mary dress.” And Jackie Kennedy brought a jolt
    of publicity to both labels when she turned up in magazine features
    wearing their dresses.

    But in deeper ways, Ratia was the thinking woman’s Pulitzer. The latter
    was an eccentric New York socialite who got into the apparel business
    in the late fifties, after friends became smitten with the uniforms she
    made for workers at her juice shop in Palm Beach. Ratia, however, was
    ambitious from the start, a charismatic art director whose business
    sense was as sharp as her eye for talent. In 1951, when Finland was
    still emerging from the shadow of World War II, she was looking to make
    her mark in the male-dominated design world—and did so in large part by
    banking on inexperienced women fresh out of design school. She was also
    looking back to modernist “gesamkunstwerk” ideals like Germany’s
    Bauhaus movement, where designers of all kinds came together to apply
    their individual talents to a larger, progressive, even utopian vision.
    (Nevertheless, as with so many designer objects touted for their
    accessibility, Marimekko was and is relatively exclusive—Old Navy it
    ain’t.) 

    These days, with companies like Target bringing “good design” to the
    masses, it’s difficult to imagine how radical Marimekko was at its
    inception. During a time when staid florals dominated Finnish textiles,
    Maija Isola, one of the company’s first and most famous designers,
    began turning out idiosyncratic figurative patterns and large-scale
    abstractions of stones, birds, and leaves. Like her compatriot, the
    architect Alvaar Aalto, she borrowed from Finnish folkloric traditions
    while simultaneously blazing modernist trails. Then there was the cut
    of Marimekko clothing. Even as Christian Dior’s wasp-waisted postwar
    “New Look” was spreading internationally, Marimekko became possibly the
    first label to put forth an “anti-fashion” message with the designs of
    Vuokko Nurmesniemi. Aiming to create clothing to accentuate the
    wearer’s personality rather than her figure, Nurmesniemi’s voluminous
    shapes and simple lines were also well suited to Marimekko’s
    large-scale patterns.

    Marimekko: Fabrics, Fashion, Architecture, which is on view at the
    Rochester Art Center (through August 20, 507-282-8629), traces the
    evolution of Marimekko through the sixties, seventies, and on up to its
    present-day revival. Interestingly, among all the suspended fabric
    swaths and lovely, covetable dresses, it’s the video montage of
    publicity and industrial footage that speaks most clearly about
    Marimekko’s fresh, fun, and decidedly quirky sensibility. One
    especially piquant segment shows a gaggle of rosy-cheeked,
    Marimekko-clad youths cavorting on a rocky Finnish seashore. They
    gather in a circle and, laughing all the while, pass around a massive
    goblet of orange juice as a toast to clean living and tasteful
    clothing.—Julie Caniglia

  • Playground of the Rich

    The iron ore mine in Tower, Minnesota, closed in 1962. Now Tower’s
    major industry is Lake Vermilion, an island-studded jewel and one of
    the last outposts of private property before you arrive at the Boundary
    Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.

    Outside Tower, there is a turn to Old Highway 169, and then another
    onto an old logging road that wanders through the Mud Creek basin. This
    is U.S. Steel land, the largest undeveloped area on Lake
    Vermilion—roughly five miles of empty, wild shoreline. The Mud Creek
    basin is a critical wildlife corridor, providing moose, deer, wolves,
    Canada lynx, and cougar a route from the Burntside Lake area to the
    western BWCA.

    John Pahula’s father built a cabin here on land leased from U.S. Steel
    in 1946. John and his two sisters grew up walking a winding, mile-long
    trail with their parents from town to the cabin, where they hunted,
    fished, picked blueberries, cut firewood, and watched the wildlife.
    John, a Finnish bachelor, has lived year round in this idyllic
    seclusion for the last twenty years—until last year. U.S. Steel
    terminated his family’s lease and evicted him. The largest steel
    producer in the country plans to develop the area. As one local
    property-tax assessor said, “We used to mine iron ore, but now we mine
    lakeshore.”

    A little south and west, down on Leech Lake, the rough blacktop of
    Highway 200 winds out of Walker through dense aspen and pine forest.
    Suddenly, the back-roads driver comes upon a new road, one guarded by a
    fake-stone fence and heavy, electronically operated security gates.
    Forest Royal is a new gated community where luxury log homes, starting
    at $1,230,000, dot a grassy glen overlooking Leech Lake. Empty lots of
    3.2 acres with 260 feet of shoreline sell for $800,000.

    Connie Larson owns a cabin next door to Forest Royal—one of those
    rustic, bucolic nests where Minnesota families return generation after
    generation. (She asked that her real name not be used, due to her
    concerns about tax assessor retribution.) Her father, a Minneapolis
    schoolteacher, bought a fifteen-acre lot in 1943 and spent nine days
    and nine hundred dollars building his family’s retreat. Connie’s father
    died in 1980, and not long after, her husband perished in a plane
    crash. Then her mother died. Her younger sister could not afford the
    place, so Connie mortgaged her own home in order to keep the cabin.
    “After so much, I just couldn’t let it go,” she said. “It was the
    center of my family.”

    When homes and lots at Forest Royal came on the market, the local
    assessor raised the estimated market value of Connie’s property from
    $14,300 in 2002 to $74,600 in 2003, an increase of 422 percent. As
    properties at Forest Royal continue to sell, her assessments continue
    to increase. Her tax bills keep pace.

    People like Pahula and Larson represent the past. Minnesota Seasonal
    and Recreational Property Owners, an association of seasonal property
    owners, reports that the average Minnesota cabin has been in constant
    family ownership for twenty-five years. Owners have an average
    household income of fifty-nine thousand dollars. An estimated seventeen
    thousand families in Minnesota fear that they will have to sell their
    cabins in the next three years because they can no longer afford to pay
    their new property taxes. “Most of the local people have been taxed off
    the lake,” said Pahula. “I don’t like it, but what you gonna do? Money
    talks.”

    Minnesota lakeshore is a hot commodity today, with properties averaging
    about a twenty percent increase in value statewide in the last year
    alone. Some values have doubled every year for three years. The stock
    market crash in 2001 and the resulting low interest rates actually
    accelerated the vacation real estate market.

    Minnesota’s property-tax system favors development of lakeshore, rather
    than conservation of it. John James, commissioner of revenue under
    Governor Rudy Perpich from 1987 to 1991, writes in Taxing Our
    Strengths, a road map to property tax reform that was prepared for the
    2000 Minnesota Smart Growth Conference II: “Local units of government
    use zoning and other land-use tools to maximize tax revenues and
    minimize costs, often without regard for the long-term economic,
    social, or environmental consequences.” You can say that again.

    For example, the planned U.S. Steel “Three Bays” project violates local
    authority—particularly Department of Natural Resources regulations
    regarding lakeshore development—but the St. Louis County Board seems
    more than a little sympathetic to U.S. Steel.

    There are sometimes more cautious voices within local governments,
    residents who have the odd idea that the natural quality and integrity
    of the area is worth preserving for future generations. But often the
    drive for development comes from people further up the political
    structure—from the inherent commercial biases of county boards and
    chambers of commerce, to the state’s property tax code itself.

    Rod McPeak, who serves on the Breitung township planning commission,
    said, “Two years ago, Breitung Township put together a land-use plan
    for what we hoped to see as the future of the township”—a plan that St.
    Louis County approved last year. “Development is inevitable, and we’re
    not against it. We just don’t want to destroy the pristine beauty of
    the lake.”
    There is strong evidence to support McPeak’s concerns. In June, 2003, a
    study conducted by the Mississippi Headwaters Board, the Minnesota
    Pollution Control Agency, and Bemidji State University found that, on
    average, a one-meter increase in water clarity increased the value of
    Minnesota lakeshore property—property upon which local tax bases are
    built—by about twenty-five dollars per foot. Conversely, a decrease of
    one meter diminished the value of a foot of lakeshore by about fifty
    dollars per foot. That study found that “While the overall quality of
    Minnesota lakes may be good, lakeshore development has [degraded] and
    continues to degrade lake quality.”

    Well over half of Minnesota’s lakeshore is privately owned, yet current
    tax policies, market pressures, and other destructive incentives
    guarantee that this land will be developed at ever-increasing rates.
    Ironically, development often costs local townships more than they
    regain in a larger property tax base. “The [U.S. Steel] development
    will triple our expenses,” said McPeak. “The first three years will
    bankrupt us.” Regarding his eviction, Pahula said, “At first it was
    sad. Now it don’t bother me much, and I’ll tell you why. The lake is
    only a playground for the rich now. The good old days are done and they
    are gone. That was the last nice part of the lake that was left, and
    now it’ll get all built.”

    Trends in Minnesota’s lake country and forests today are moving away
    from community control, away from promoting historical context and
    continuity between generations, away from connections with places and
    people, away from preservation and protection—in short, away from
    Minnesota’s heritage.

    “Much of the high-quality lakeshore in Minnesota is already developed
    or rapidly being developed,” said Paula West, executive director of the
    Minnesota Lakes Association. “And redevelopment of priority lakes is
    occurring in some parts of the state. Seasonal cabins are being
    replaced with suburban-type homes and lawns, which create more
    impervious surfaces—driveways, roads, and roofs—that increase polluted
    runoff into our lakes.”

    The solution, said West, is for “state and local governments to put
    proper controls for development in place and be willing to enforce
    them.” So far, state government has not been much help. Its minimum
    shoreline management standards were written in 1969 and are woefully
    inadequate. Hence the need for locals to try to strengthen the
    standards for their lakes, although they often lack the power to
    enforce these regulations.

    As for local enforcement, McPeak is alarmed that no one has complained
    to the St. Louis County Board, and by the larger ramifications of this
    passivity. “It is amazing to me that they [the board] hear nothing from
    the people,” he said.  “If U.S. Steel overrides the Breitung plan,
    all local plans are up for grabs.”

    The little cabin by the pristine lake is an endangered species. Without
    drastic changes in Minnesota’s property tax system, and without
    development regulation and a change in development patterns, Forest
    Royal on Leech Lake and Three Bays on Lake Vermilion are Minnesota’s
    future. Lakes are part of our motto, our state quarter, and our license
    plates. They define Minnesota. Nevertheless, that heritage might soon
    be lost to short-term economic gain and long-term economic pain.

  • Zurich, Switzerland

    Janice writes:

    I took these pictures of my great nephews, Erik (8) and Joe (6) Brandt
    from Uster, while in Switzerland visiting them on vacation. The
    pictures were taken in Zurich.

    We left the Rake Magazine with
    our niece and nephew and family to read. The boys are Minnesota Twins
    fans and were interested in the article on the Radkes. You publish some
    excellent articles! We look forward to picking up your magazine each
    month.

    Janice Laulainen

  • Live Wrong

    In anticipation of Lance’s final ride in the Tour de France this month, let’s cast a look back to one year ago. High above the 494 strip in Bloomington, on the twenty-fourth floor of a glass office tower, at the stroke of noon on a “summer hours” Friday, twenty amateur bicyclists sweated, sprinted, and occasionally fell over to the cheers of adoring co-workers. It was the first annual Tour de Colle & McVoy, a tribute to Armstrong’s cruise to a record sixth victory at the Tour de France, and proof that the crap economy has not completely undone the Nerfy, anything-goes creative workplace of the late 1990s.

    The circular hallway that rings the ad agency’s offices provided a natural course for the indoor race, which went for twenty laps and “somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes, I think,” according to race organizer and official timekeeper Brian Ritchie, who also rode the tour. According to Ritchie, the race had its genesis in cable coverage of the Tour de France. “Every morning we’d get in and be glued to the Tour on TV,” he said. “People started getting a little competitive—there are some of us who ride on a cycling team. I decided there was only one way to determine the best rider, and that was to have an all-out race right here in the building. Also, the boss was on vacation. That had a lot to do with the scheduling of the event.”

    Among the riders on bikes of every type and price point, one competitor stood out. Kicking a foot scooter in white flip-flops and a denim skirt, Project Manager Teresa Demma estimated that she completed three laps on her unorthodox vehicle, although she admitted to some Rosie Ruiz-style tactics—namely, cutting through an internal hallway that bisected the race hallway. “I did finish with the pack, so I feel like I accomplished something,” she said.

    Training appeared to have its advantages in this race, as members of the Birchwood Cafe’s cycling team took the top three places, winning the yellow jersey, a case of Diet Dr. Pepper, and gift certificates to Krispy Kreme and White Castle.

    There was not a lot of jockeying for position in the peloton, because the narrow hallways made passing difficult. Aerodynamics played no role, and there were no major ascents. Asked what the biggest challenge was, top finisher Ryan Carlson said, “The water, definitely the water,” which had spilled from competitors’ cups onto a slick concrete floor out in the atrium, causing the skinny tires on his fancy-looking road bike to hydroplane out of control. Indeed, several riders careened into an office wall after encountering the water hazard, leaving distinctive black rubber skid marks. Asked how he would explain the damage once the boss returned, race chief Ritchie said, “Hopefully, we’re going to be moving soon.”—Dan Gilchrist

  • Ely, Minnesota

    Stephanie writes:

    Here is a pic of me reading my favorite local rag while on an Outward
    Bound staff dogsledding/skiing/camping trip in Ely, MN near the Outward
    Bound school on the edge of the BWCAW. The temps never fell below 20
    degrees that week in Feb. and topped out around 50 degrees the day
    before this was taken. Yay global warming! Can you see my tan? Thanks
    for the quality reads.

    (Now that it’s June, 50 degrees sounds really nice!)

    Stephanie Hoepner

  • Roots of al-Andalous

    It’s hard to imagine these days, but during the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, Muslims, Jews, and Christians lived together peacefully in a region that extended from North Africa to Spain. What’s more, they colluded to create medieval Andalusia, an intellectual and tolerant society that lit up the Dark Ages of Europe with rich food, art, music, and dance. The peace was too good to last, of course, but at least someone thought to save the dances. Renowned Algerian dancer Amel Tafsout joins the Jawaahir Dance Company’s Cassandra Shore to recreate the sensual and expressive dances of the Andalous period (1239-1402), accompanied by music from Morocco and North Africa. Expect a gorgeous set from local Saudi Arabian-born artist Hend al-Mansour. 1420 Washington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-340-1725; www.southerntheater.org

  • Little Shop of Horrors

    Hannibal Lecter didn’t give his costume department half the fun that Audrey II, the avocado-crossed-with-a-venus-flytrap puppet-plant, does. Little Shop of Horrors is a black American musical par excellence, pushed over the top by its stars, the bloodthirsty plant and Dr. Orin, the sadistic dentist clad in black leather. (His wicked anthem to his profession still maxes out our camp-o-meter.) The wink-nudge, blues, jazz, and pop-infused score is studded with goodies like the bop-shoo-bop “Little Shop” prologue, and the smoldering torch song “Suppertime.” 910 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 651-989-5151; www.state-orpheum.com

  • His Girl Friday

    Old television stars don’t die; they go to the Guthrie. We greatly enjoyed Patrick Stewart onstage there a few years back. Now more big names from the small screen, Courtney B. Vance and Angela Bassett, star in His Girl Friday, which John Guare has adapted from both Hollywood’s screwball romance and the original play The Front Page. Real-life spouses Vance (of Law & Order fame) and Bassett (who, yes, is an accomplished film actress but has also appeared in The Cosby Show, Alias, the title role in The Rosa Parks Story, and a slew of other TV shows) play former spouses and fellow journalists in a thirties-era Chicago newsroom. The play manages to both savage the tabloid press and pay loving tribute to the tough-talking journalists of old, and all the fast talking and physical gags make it a performer’s dream—no wonder it’s a perennial favorite for revivals. 612-377-2224; www.guthrietheater.org

  • Christopher O’Riley

    Fame-hungry classical musicians and their handlers have tried all sorts of tricks in attempts to establish coveted “crossover” appeal. For violinist Nigel Kennedy, it was spiky hair and Jimi Hendrix covers. For a host of nubile female players, it’s been soft-core photo sessions. But Christopher O’Riley has made his leap across the musical divide with taste and aplomb via his obsession with Radiohead: The pianist transcribed the band’s complex, challenging music for solo piano as only a true fan could, and the result—achingly beautiful, emotionally resonant—has made O’Riley the coolest classical player around. Of course, he also excels in the standard repertoire—his main event here is a rousing program dubbed “The Mighty Rachmaninoff” with the, uh, house band—but his late-night Radiohead recitals (11 p.m. on this evening) have been transporting the in-crowd to a state of hushed wonder. 612-371-5656; www.minnesotaorchestra.org

  • Alec Soth and Andrei Codrescu

    These kinds of “dialogues” can be iffy—what if the subjects simply don’t click, or, worse, kind of irritate each other?—but this looks to be an inspired pairing. Everyone wants to know what Minneapolis-based photographer Alec Soth is up to these days, since last year’s Whitney Biennial made him an art star the likes of which are not usually seen around here. And we can’t think of a better person to chat with him about that than Andrei Codrescu, the Baton Rouge resident, novelist, poet, NPR commentator, and all-around impressive yet accessible intellectual. For one thing, both of these guys love traveling; among other topics, they’ll discuss their journeys along the great waterway that connects their respective home bases, as well as Soth’s recent trips to another watery icon, Niagara Falls. 612-375-7622, www.walkerart.org