Posts Tagged ‘new york’

~beltane blossoms~

Tuesday, May 1st, 2018

Central Park, mad with spring.

~uptown, queens!~

Monday, April 30th, 2018

This downtown queen had mixed emotions viewing the temporary Bowie takeover of NoHo’s Broadway/Lafayette subway station. The exhibit shares the corporatizing vibe of the Bowie-vetted/organized show now at the Brooklyn Museum (both are sponsored by Spotify), and conjured a sensation last felt in the late 80s, when witnessing my first Frida Kahlo refrigerator magnet. A lady can’t exactly argue against the branded […]

~fools of april~

Sunday, April 1st, 2018

24 hours in NYC: a friend’s 50th, another’s housewarming, and Easter/Passover walk in Central Park post Zabar’s matzo ball soup.

~chez basquiat check-in~

Saturday, March 17th, 2018

~four, all of the above~

Saturday, March 17th, 2018

plexiglass reliquary #2: the second page of a letter dated March 23, 1945, wherein Tennessee Williams describes the plot of a new play he’s been immersed in (tentatively titled, Blanche’s Chair in the Moon or The Moth). I love this document for two reasons– I dearly relate to him trying to pitch to his agent […]

~plexiglass reliquary #3~

Friday, March 16th, 2018

Peter Hujar contact sheets of Cockettes, Candy Darling, La Sontag.

~plexiglass reliquary~

Thursday, March 15th, 2018

~NY views~

Sunday, October 8th, 2017

Brooklyn Bridge, view of my first NY apartment, 2000, tucked in that top corner. Not zoned for living, it had a hot plate, shared bath, no air conditioning, and a city of pigeons living in the stairwell. It also had the very same view as the vintage accordion postcard I’d hung over my desk in […]

~necessity, invention, etc~

Thursday, August 10th, 2017

Annual dog days Ratatouille extravaganza always reminds of a visit to a friend during her residency at the Headlands, wherein I had this dish, as made by a sweet ex-Chez Panisse chef. She kindly shared her secret (roast each vegi separately before combining), which I cavalierly ignored for this batch–made in a kitchen currently sans […]

~new york minute~

Wednesday, August 2nd, 2017

I decide to skip the subway and walk north from City Hall–I’m only going a mile or so, what’s a little rain? Fat drops land on the sidewalk, leaving wet polka dots the size of silver dollars. It picks up. My shoes start to squish. As I pass the 6 train at Canal Street, I […]

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