At the NJ Transit MetroparkStation in Metuchen, NJ (right next to Edison and Colonia where my dad grew up) we parked the car here ($5/day) and took the train to Penn Station.
One Columbus Circle- Charles worked for the firm that designed CNN's spinquarters housed within. The developers claimed that buying here you'd be living on the Park, Trump (whose Tower is directly north) disagreed and hung a huge banner on the side of his building saying so.
The Hearst Tower(when we first arrived I couldn't stop looking at all of the building I had been reading and thinking about, meanwhile Kim was paying attention to the bazillion humans that were swarming past around and over us) not far from Columbus Circle. George and I saw this building in its very early stage from the roof of the Met when we went to NYC to see the Gates.It was really pretty cool- I don't think I've ever looked at "dirty" pictures with strangers before. Hard not to wonder how often people are caught in the corners, in the bathroom, on the mechanical dildo machines...
After the MOSEX we headed over to Chelsea for a few hours of weaving in and out of the car dealerships - OOPS! I mean galleries.
Why pose in front of the Statue of Liberty when there's Matthew Barney's work at Barbara Gladstone?
Luisa Lambri's work at Luhring Augustine... if the architecture is sublime so too will be the photographsBags, a mattress, a woman, an umbrella. Where is that trash going? Could it be headed to Virginia in one of the dirt-nasty 18 wheelers we saw hulking north and south on 95? We thought about asking a waitress if we could receive a discount for taking our own trash to VA with us.
We didn't get to see the video that was the main attraction to this show but what we did see (20+ recent images) were a serious, sad, beautiful, honest collection.
We saw Caveh Zahedi's I Am a Sex Addict (I wanted to see Drawing Restraint 9 a couple days later but a relationship is built on compromise so did not... had Kim had enough of M Barney back at Babby G's?) and it (I Am a Sex Addict) was phenomenal. This is the best movie I've seen since Before Sunset (incidentally Caveh is the guy in Linklater's Waking Life who is talking about the Holy Moment to his friend as they morph into clouds) and is as good as Grizzly Man (and is a series of parenthetical asides (and what is there not to like about that) by a director brave enough to admit a slew of character traits that most people spend their jaw-grinding nights trying to suppress).
Kara Walker's After the Deluge was great and while we were there 3 middle aged English speaking European women were describing the images to a blind man.
With picnic attendees: my cousin Michelle and her husband Stanley
Main Squeeze! Unfortunately the owner of this accordion store (that I've wanted to go to for at least 6 years) was in the middle of a lesson so I had to convince him to let us look around, promising that we'd be respectful and not talk (there were many questions we wanted to ask, many accordions we wanted to touch).
We had coffee at a pizza joint in the movie-set-for-tourists that is DUMBO. Being in DUMBO makes me feel like I'm being had.
We wandered around the building across from PS1 (Five Points?) that is covered in (permitted) graffitti. RVA's RATS wasn't there and honestly, the whole thing is really pretty boring, but I am a sucker for pictures of Kim in front of "Fuck You" graffitti...
In the boiler room at PS1. Of all of the sanctioned art events we sought out I Am A Sex Addict tops the list but PS1 comes in second. There is a good show there called Reprocessing Reality, and a great video piece by Johanna Billing.In front of PS1 in Long Island City where both my mom and sister were born (they weren't born at PS1 but at St. Mary's in LIC).
We tried to go to Coney Island (for hot dogs) but accidentally took the subway to Jamaica Queens...so we skipped Coney Island. Skipped too are pictures from Greenpoint and Williamsburg (I didn't take any). Although we both liked Greenpoint (we ate at a place called the Triple Decker Restaurant on Manhattan Ave that felt like we were at the Princess in Frostburg) we both hated Williamsburg. It is the land of the drone. So so dull, we'd both rather be hangin' with the crowds from Peoria than be there so we scurried back to Manhattan.
My friend Liz has an apartment in this building. These days she's in Italy with her husband Andrea. It was in this apartment that she and I went through every single page of the Real Doll website many years ago. We went to see Friends with Money, Nicole Holofcener's new film at the Regal Theatres on Union Square. Holofcener made the excellent Walking and Talking (I am a part of a cult following it turns out) and Friends was just as good- expansive.
We stayed at Columbus and 83rd at a place called Columbus Studios. It is a hostel and not far from Zabar's.
We went for a short walk (all the while bemoaning our having to leave) in Central Park after breakfast at Zabar's.
We never got to have hot dogs at Coney Island so a rest stop in Delaware did the trick. Monday was Kim's birthday so here she is with her birthday dinner (I was willing to plunk down a bit more for a nice roast beef sandwich but she insisted).