For reasons personal and aesthetic, I will always love an old VW Bug.
My oh-so-generous friend Brittany works in one of New York’s most iconic buildings and got her hands on the “I’m the shit” pass to breeze by all of the lines (and there are MANY) to see the views from the Empire State Building.
As expected, the sights were spectacular and the crowds were big. I’m so glad to have seen it, and so glad to have bypassed the main route to get there.
One thing down, many more on the New York City bucket list to go. State Island Ferry, you’re up next….
On Wednesday, I had one of those New York days that you dream you’ll have when you’re 15, hanging out with your best friend in your room in New Jersey, talking about the time when you’ll finally live in the city.
Sandwiched between many long days with lots of work, I gave myself Wednesday off for a long-overdue visit to MoMA. Accompanied by a companion (who shall remain nameless, since her day-off was less kosher) and armed with some sweet free passes, we hit the ground running.
Over the course of the day we were able to see the exhibitions on Abstract Expressionist New York, Matisse, New Photography 2010, Pictures by Women: A History of Modern Photography, Architectures of Social Engagement and the Sculpture Garden, all with time for a leisurely lunch and a quick trip to the Design Store (you’ll want to find me and my color spectrum umbrella next time it rains).
Among the many highlights are some of the pieces pictured here. Call me a sap, but I loved the way Yoko Ono’s Wish Tree brought people together while sparking some unexpected self-reflection. There were wishes for love, for peace, for children, for good health, for green cards, for courage. And, not surprisingly, one that admitted, “I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller…”