I wish I could include music to this entry. It would be Madonna's "I Love New York," so if you have it press play now. We found parking in Manhattan before we even started looking. That in itself began the awesome weekend that I just had in the great and only city worthy of being talked about in this country, New York. After hanging some art for my friend, we headed to Gramercy Park to catch V for Vendetta again (since he hasn't seen it) stopping on the way to get drinks at just some random place that had more people in it than most bars in Boston at 5o'clock but oh well... lol, soon! After the movie we hopped in a cab, I glimpsed the colors of the Empire State Building and we headed to a JeanGeorges 1 Michelin star restaurant called Vong. I still don't quite understand why the French chef wandered into the world of Thailand but whatever. We did the tasting menu and nearly were dead by the end of it, lol. Mm...coconut soup. Afterwards, to lose the weight I just gained, we walked back to the UpperWestSide to sleep, lol.
Saturday morning I woke up, read and had a panic attack over an art article in the Times, downed a homemade cappuccino, and headed out to meet my friend Tate who I met on the Atlantis Cruise that I went on to Brasil. After ditching my duffel bag at one of the fabulous Equinox gyms in the Time Warner building, we headed into Central Park for a stroll in the beautiful nearly 80 degree weather. After we caught up and enjoyed as much sun as we could have, we attempted to hunt down a Starbucks on the UESide which turned out to be a lot more work than one could ever imagine so we ended up in the little country French (sorta chain that I can't remember the name of, with wooden tables, and a rustic look) place that makes awesome bread and hazelnut chocolate spread (it is like crack, basically). Once we had a bite to eat, and I fully got the motivation to get a tattoo (don't we think I am a lion or a tiger or a star?), we hopped in a cab and headed to PS1 in Queens to check out the Wolfgang Tillmans show which turned out not to be that good once we got there. HOWEVER I absolutely loved the building that it is in. PS1 is in a renovated grammar school (Public School One) so each (very new and very contemporary) artist has what used to be a classroom to exhibit in. It is a totally fantastic space, in fact it is one of the best I have seen to display contemp art but it is also incredibly eerie.
PS1: In the halls of P.S.1 one can sense the passage of time, the sound of children, even the smell of school lunches. Its transformation from a public school into a contemporary arts center maintains the building’s original function as a place of gathering, learning, and enlightenment. And while certainly other historic structures in New York City have grown old more gracefully, P.S.1 wears its age proudly, an impressive pile of stone and brick with a rich and somewhat scandalous history.
We finished off the museum with sitting in the sun (again) and downing an awesome iced coffee that was like a melted scoop of coffee ice cream. So delicious. After our little art jaunt, we headed to 14th and 9th which is basically Meatpacking district central. If you have never been to this neighborhood, I am sorry. It is absolutely the best in Manhattan on a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon. Just to stroll the streets is too overwhelming. It is the top of the top, the cream of the crop, the best of the most beautiful people in Manhattan, the hottest fashion on boys around, and just
rambunctious and exciting glittering energy. We strolled around enjoying the eye candy before heading to the Hudson and to the piers which (when Manhattan was at the cusp of the raunchy rough but hotter edge) was the spot to many a hottie being sucked off, orgies being enjoyed in the sand, and well.. everything else happened underneath the docks. I also heard stories of late night parties (and orgies) happening in empty meat delivery trucks where people would pop open the back and go to town. Sigh, I wish I was there. haha, but anyways. So Tate and I headed to the redeveloped and gentrified pier to sit on the grass with the rest of Chelsea and Village. lol, it clearly was the place to be on this Saturday afternoon, and took on the feeling of Ipanema beach on some level when a twenty something year old boy (who nearly made me look fat) stripped down and pranced around in his briefs which he decided to suntan in. I couldn't resist taking a pic with my cell, lol. Two hours later we headed back to his house before going to a virgin moment for me. There are a few left ;)
That night we had tickets to the NYC Opera (check out the video if you want at that link) and it's rendition of Don Giovanni by Mozart. It was my first time at the Opera and I had been warned that DonG wasn't one of the most approachable Opera's out there because of it's length (nearly 4 hours). It was a story that was incredibly familiar to me, lol. I had listened to cd recordings of the opera before I actually sat in my little velvet seat and I have to say that it didn't help, lol. An opera is about seeing the singers belt it out in person, not so much on cdI, however, LOVED it. The music was fantastic but that is just Mozart (unreal basically), the costumes were great yet you really weren't paying attention to them or the set. What blew me away was how the singers created such song with just their voices. It is incredible. Two of the serious solo's were simply amazing. The ability and talent that these people have is just unreal. DonG being dragged to hell for making woman fall in love with him just to be hurt is pretty fantastic as a theme
Sunday I woke up and headed to meet my friend Jerry by myself (in a town car, haha) for brunch. After brunch I sat on the Great Lawn (or the Sheep's Meadow) where I swooned over a Brasilian boy playing soccer with his friends, and the city. Yes, the city. The Lawn is fantastic especially on a beautiful day and especially now that the first "green" building in NYC known as the architecturally amazing Hearst building (designed by Norman Foster) is nearly finished. It changes the skyline in such a beautiful way. Then I had to sadly get back into the car (I nearly wanted to throw a tantrum) to drive back to the depressed, miserable angry people living in history city, we call Boston. However, on the way back I totally fell in love with the LA Symphony and it's minamalist Andriessen recordings which basically make me think of someone living in Northern Europe going insane, lol. It is sublime. I am totally intrigued by post 1945 classical music now.