3 posts tagged “nyc”
It may not be obvious on this photo, but if you look closely on the wall you'll see some hubcaps, about five floors off the ground. No fucking idea how they got there, but they amused the hell out of me. This was right across from my hotel.
Wandering around Chelsea on Saturday, some of the graffiti on the walls was pretty cool. Some pretty young things also thought so and were stopping every 50 feet to take pictures of each other in front of various walls. I got them mugging for each other. They appeared to have recently escaped from a bachlorette party and were still drunk. It was funny on so many levels.
I could have sworn there was a photo of the day thing recently about street scene's, but I can't find the original link. I'm in NYC for a few days to celebrate my birthday, and took these. I don't have Photoshop on my laptop, so they're untouched.
United Nations, unpopular view.
Sitting in Starbucks one morning, I saw this woman pulling her dogs down the street in a carrier and thought it just screamed NYC.
Saturday afternoon I walked around Chelsea looking at some of the galleries. Lots of very cool and very expensive art. Saw beautiful and incredibly precise woodworking by George Nakashima and some Edward Weston photos. However, sometimes the graffiti was almost as interesting.
Older Ducati parked outside a gallery that was having a reception for the artist.
Art and, uhh... art. One of the galleries in Chelsea. The "steps" are speakers playing the sound of someone walking up and down stairs.
One of the many art events I want to check out while I'm in NYC next weekend is a piece by Sophie Calle at the Paula Cooper Gallery. The gallery's web site provides this description:
I received an email telling me it was over.
I didn't know how
to respond.
It was almost as if it hadn't been meant for
me.
It ended with the words, "Take care of
yourself."
And so I did.
I asked 107 women (including
two made from wood and one with feathers),
chosen for their
profession or skills, to interpret this letter.
To analyze it,
comment on it, dance it, sing it.
Dissect it. Exhaust it.
Understand it for me.
Answer for me.
It was a way of
taking the time to break up.
A way of taking care of
myself.
She sounds either amazing or crazy. Or quite possibly both.
