I'm actually exhausted and lying almost completely prostrate while I type but wanted to put up a few shots from the Garry Winogrand show which is great and exactly what I was craving: a reminder of a few things to love about this city, and how many people have lived and loved here. It's sometimes pretty brutal to live here and the Met helps.
| Caption THIS. Also there I am in the middle of the picture, oops. |
| What about this is so alarming? Reminds me a bit of David Levinthal. |
| Probably one of my favorite images ever. |
| A date to the zoo, maybe ends badly. |
| Coney Island. This image is now all over my fridge & phone background. #basic. Not sorry. |
I swooned over the Dutch Masters paintings and noted that Anthropologie sells what are ostensibly replicas of glassware from a few of those stunning flower-dead bird-goblet-oyster still lifes. This bums me out, actually. More accurately, I almost bought one of these replica cups in a moment of 5th-avenue-after-5 weakness. Never shop on an empty stomach, and for god's sake, never on the way home from work.
After I left the Met I walked down Madison to the bottom of the park. I went to Clyde's and Ladurée. That was just the kind of day I wanted to have.
Walking in such a historic district after seeing Winogrand's NY photos made me fancy myself a great capturer of candid moments on film. I took these two pictures with my phone.
I know, pretty compelling stuff.
| These turtles on something. Maybe just on each other. |
Thanks for the pick-me-up, NY. In other news, my air conditioner is crackling? Any tips? Will it soon explode?


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