The brash, bold Texas of JR Ewing's day is still there, but is now overlaid with a veneer of culture, writes Samuel Muston.
The air hangs heavy over Klyde Warren Park. It is hot. The sun doesn't so much beat down as encircle and then enclose you. It's almost like a cuddle. I feel tired. But most of all I feel sorry for Klyde Warren.
According to my guide, when Kelcy Warren stumped up $15m for the naming rights of this extraordinary 2ha construction, which sits over the top of the Woodall Rodgers Freeway, he insisted that his son, for whom the park is named, would have to work on it. Asked what his son would be doing exactly, he replied: picking litter. No mean task in this weather.
Competitive altruism, alongside the Dallas Cowboys, is a municipal obsession. Author Joan Didion described a woman she had met in Dallas in the 1960s as "charming and attractive" and "accustomed to the hospitality and hypersensitivity of Texas" and little has changed on that score. A name on a plaque is the Lone Star state's equivalent of beatification. It has had an extraordinary effect on a city that until recently was known only for oil, cowboys, big hair and JR Ewing. Today, the city's real growth industry is art.
Laid out in 19 contiguous blocks across the 27.5ha south of the park is the Dallas Art District, the centre of the city's cultural whirligig. You will find collections of international interest on these neat, tree-lined streets.
At the Dallas Museum of Art, where the benefactor's list is approximately the size of Hadrian's Wall (the Rachofsky, Rose and Hoffman families alone have contributed $321m), you will find a vast 22,000-work collection that covers 5000 years of human expression. The special collections are revolving, but of the permanent galleries the sub-Saharan works by Igbo, Senufo and Kota peoples are particularly interesting, as is the Wendy and Emery Reves collection, with its many Renoirs, Van Goghs and Pissarros.
Dallas Art Museum. Photo / DCVB
Just down the road, you come to the Nasher Sculpture Centre, described by my taxi driver as "the most beautiful spot in town". Designed by Pritzker-winning architect Renzo Piano, it is a low-rise building with an arresting avenued garden. But it is not just a pretty face: it houses works by Matisse, Picasso, Henry Moore, Miro and Giacometti. The real interest here is the way the collection was acquired. The curators built it up laterally, giving an idea of the artists' development down the years.
Smaller than the DMA and the Nasher, but no less interesting is the Crow Collection of Asian Art, which asserts itself to be "your passport to the art of Asia". If you are a fan of jade, the Margaret Doggett Crow bequest is not to be missed.
The hall of cranes at the Crow Collection of Asian Art in Dallas. Photo / Allison Meier
After half a day in the Art District, I must confess that I retreated, from the heat and the people, back to my hotel: the Rosewood Mansion at Turtle Creek. There were two reasons for this. First, it is very impressive and second, Mary Stamm. She has held the title of the hotel's chief concierge for 25 years and presides over the mansion like a smiling Bourbon monarch. Everything is taken care of, everything just so.
The hotel occupies 1.8ha in a stretch of the city known as Turtle Creek. It is sleepy and beautiful. There is an award-winning restaurant under Frenchman Bruno Davaillon; a dark, atmospheric bar and a fitness centre and pool for those of that bent. But that is all chicken feed to the real draw, which is Stamm's peerless knowledge of the art scene. It is the brightest star in Dallas's hotel firmament.
Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas. Photo / DCVB
Only 10 minutes' drive away, NorthPark is the only shopping centre I have visited that displays works by Warhol, Joel Shapiro, James Rosenquist, Antony Gormley and Beverly Pepper among its 225 posh frock shops. Designed in 1965, it combines two Dallas preoccupations - commerce and art - under a single roof.
The Dallas Design District satisfies highbrow cravings with its collection of more modest galleries. The Dallas Contemporary is particularly good. When I visited at the end of last year, Mario Testino's photographs of native Peruvians in traditional dress was on show.
My final stop seems to be a statutory requirement for anyone visiting Dallas. Yes, the Southfork Ranch. Almost before you are out of your car you are on a golf buggy weaving in and out of the buildings.
Dallas Art Museum. Photo / DCVB
"Over there is the pool where a dead Kristin famously floated.
"Above the dining table where the family ate is a gen-u-ine Waterford crystal chandelier."
It is all wonderfully camp and the gift shop sells everything from Texan cookbooks to JR fridge magnets. That said, unless you are a Ewing connoisseur, you might want to make it an afternoon-only trip.
Not so long ago, one might have considered Southfork a televisual microcosm of Dallas itself. A playground of excess and oil, shopping and family feuds. But a lot has changed. Walking its streets, it feels comfortable in its skin, cosmopolitan, relaxed and cultured. Dallas the city has been reborn, and it has seldom looked better.
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