Today my friend and I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge to the annual Pickle Fest on Essex and Broome. I really didn't expect there to be the huge huge lines to get teeny tiny pickle samples...but there were. And we waited. and bought pickled cucumbers, beets, beans, and ingested enough sodium to make my fingers swell. I realized by 5pm that all I had in my stomach was coffee and pickles, so off to Chinatown next for a $1 green tea waffle from
Paris Sandwich on Mott above Canal Street. They also have weird smoothies and sandwiches that I have yet to try. Today I tried some coconut jam on the waffle for an extra $1...good but too sweet and I got it all over myself. I'd rather have had another waffle.
Then we wandered around Little Italy in search of an italian soda...no such luck. Little Italy seems to be getting swallowed by Chinatown. It is much much smaller than a few years ago. I'm not a huge fan, but come one Chinatown, you've got enough space to emit the most foul of stenches.
After Little Italy we headed west over to
Clic Gallery (a photo gallery owned by my former client Christiane Celle of Calypso and her husband photographer Antoine Verglas), Opera Gallery (where I was surprised to see some Blek le Rat pieces) and one of my favorites- Walter de Maria's
Earth Room which just re-opened for the season. Today I found out that it is the same dirt that has been there since it's creation in 1977. It kind of fascinates me, first that Dia is able to hang on to this prime space in Soho, and also how absolutely calming a room of dirt is. The sound is of no sound, it smells fresh, it sounds so simple and kinda dumb, but I love being in there.
Then we walked around Greenwich Village with a cup of coffee, my absolute favorite area to wander, then took Bleecker over to the east side and over to Stanton for some noodles ($6 at the place across from Arlene's Grocery, whatever its called). Splurged the $2.25 to take the train back home. I'm beat.
Marc Jacob's Parisian Catacombs inspired storefront for Halloween
This cute door on Hudson reminds me of Paris! and I love that the address is 615 1/2
I'm not a fan of neither Mr. Brainwash nor the splasher, but I think the splasher actually helped make this street piece successful with the pink streaks. Off with her head!
I love this old sign! Too bad it is now an abandoned cell phone store...
The perfectly placed tissue box
Last night I went to a casserole-making contest with my chef-friend Midge Pingleton.
I want to make Victorian profile pins and pendants
I like Perseus' butt
I like to wait until everyone leaves the period rooms and just kind of stare for awhile.
reminds me of Gaudi's street lamps
starbucks???
the wood of this room!!!
it in the food processor and made a sort of vichysoisse type thing. I'm foraging and freezing in anticipation for the dark days to come.
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I'm not sure if I will leave my house today...I'm not even motivated to do yoga or the laundry I need to do. But this chair is hurting my butt...agh
Williamsburg over the bridge up to 53rd and 5th to the Museum of Modern Art to catch the last day of "In & Out Amsterdam: Travels in Conceptual Art", but more impressively "Looking at Music, Side 2." I'm lucky to have a membership to the American Association of Museums- for $35 a year (I chalked my student ID) myself and a guest get into every museum in America for free! After that I walked to Upright Citizens Brigade Theater on 8th and 28th to see my friend Michael Hartney's amazing sketch comedy. My legs are tired. I plan on using my AAM card and going to EVERY museum out there. I don't know if my shoes will withstand the walks though. If you knew me, you'd know that sneakers are not a part of my wardrobe. Hell, pants are barely a part of it.
Blek le Rat or an imposter?
Today my friend and I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge to the annual Pickle Fest on Essex and Broome. I really didn't expect there to be the huge huge lines to get teeny tiny pickle samples...but there were. And we waited. and bought pickled cucumbers, beets, beans, and ingested enough sodium to make my fingers swell. I realized by 5pm that all I had in my stomach was coffee and pickles, so off to Chinatown next for a $1 green tea waffle from Paris Sandwich on Mott above Canal Street. They also have weird smoothies and sandwiches that I have yet to try. Today I tried some coconut jam on the waffle for an extra $1...good but too sweet and I got it all over myself. I'd rather have had another waffle.
Then we wandered around Little Italy in search of an italian soda...no such luck. Little Italy seems to be getting swallowed by Chinatown. It is much much smaller than a few years ago. I'm not a huge fan, but come one Chinatown, you've got enough space to emit the most foul of stenches.
After Little Italy we headed west over to Clic Gallery (a photo gallery owned by my former client Christiane Celle of Calypso and her husband photographer Antoine Verglas), Opera Gallery (where I was surprised to see some Blek le Rat pieces) and one of my favorites- Walter de Maria's Earth Room which just re-opened for the season. Today I found out that it is the same dirt that has been there since it's creation in 1977. It kind of fascinates me, first that Dia is able to hang on to this prime space in Soho, and also how absolutely calming a room of dirt is. The sound is of no sound, it smells fresh, it sounds so simple and kinda dumb, but I love being in there.
Then we walked around Greenwich Village with a cup of coffee, my absolute favorite area to wander, then took Bleecker over to the east side and over to Stanton for some noodles ($6 at the place across from Arlene's Grocery, whatever its called). Splurged the $2.25 to take the train back home. I'm beat.
