chromomaniacs

i know, i know, a post is owed.

s and i are members are of the met, a true new york treasure, and i've been itching to see the superheroes: fashion and fantasy exhibit before it disappears. (it's still there through september 1, and they'll be open labor day. go! quickly!) we went saturday, and while the galleries were a little busy, it was a very worthwhile experience. they've divided the collection into categories, such as "the mutant body" or "the patriotic body," which made for unusual curatorial notes. they combined costumes (from movies like "iron man" and "the dark knight") with pieces by designers like john galliano, alexander mcqueen and john paul gaultier. some of the designs were really incredible (and some felt like their inclusion was more of a stretch), but it was really interesting seeing fashion in a new artistic context.

having seen ads everywhere in the city for jeff koons on the roof, we were excited to check that out as well, but unfortunately it wasn't as impressive as i expected. there were three pieces, of which i thought "balloon dog", the star of said ads, was least evocative. i really enjoyed "coloring book", a large, bright, graphic representation of a children's art project. it was really beautiful and unusual, and i liked it very much.

we stumbled upon j.m.w. turner: painter of light (habitually chic wrote a post with some wonderful images from the exhibit.) i'm not normally big on landscapes, so i didn't originally want to go in, but i am so glad we did. turner was a bit of a maverick landscape and history painter, who experimented with color and form, and was a devotee of the concept of The Sublime, which seemed to be characterized by menacing clouds and snowpiles. his colors were the most sublime part, i felt, in part because he was so willing to use saturated colors that (while possibly not found in nature) looked quite natural in his compositions. i am a huge watercolor fan as well, and his watercolors were especially beautiful and colorful and experimental. (some of his studies were just huge swaths of color with little details to ground them.) plus i really enjoyed the biographical notes. every explanatory panel would discuss his influences and work, and then mention the constant critical pans the work received. some of them were very funny (we particularly liked that he was accused of "chromomania"), and it was a nice change from the usual accolades most individual exhibits are filled with.

you've got a little more time to see j.m.w. turner (september 21) and jeff koons (october 26), and i recommend it all.

crazy old men

i don't ever need to post again: the most blog hits i will everget were because i wrote about a co-worker seeing daniel radcliffe. sigh. but about the old men . . .

last week aa and i were headed to the farmer's market outside our office when we spotted regis. i saw him walking towards us--shorter than i expected (though i really never thought about his height), uncannily tan, wearing a gorgeous purple tie--and hissed "a! it's regisss!" (emphasis mine, to express hissing) and she said "i know, i saw him!" he was like a small, sweet, orange grampa.

s and i were talking this weekend about the new york city runway of crazy hobo couture, and my favorite local catwalker is a man i call "old elvis." he looks sort of like an elvis impersonator on an off day, with a slightly deflated pompadour, seventies glasses, high-ish collars--nothing that would look too off on their own, but combined they create a deliciously kooky look. i saw him at the grocery store a month or so ago, but recently i've been seeing him as i come home from work in the evenings, which means we are neighbors. he looks the same, in stores and on the street. who is he? i want to know, 'cause in the words of my fave, tim gunn: "that's a whole lotta look."

the 'klyn

s and i went to terrace bagels--per usual--on saturday and saw a man wearing a t-shirt that said "the 'klyn", which i found hilarious. i assumed it referred to brooklyn, but if it is something inappropriate, please let me know.

my sister was in town this weekend, hanging out before her red-eye flight to uganda for a photojournalist assignment. (she's the exciting one.) usually when people come to visit, i run us ragged walking the island of manhattan, but i realized this weekend: i live in brooklyn. there's plenty of great stuff here. let's spend the day in my neighborhood.

we started out slow (i am a notorious over-sleeper), and then wandered park slope, checking out the greenmarkets and stopping by brooklyn superhero supply. we walked down to root hill cafe (on carroll st and fourth avenue), a newer coffee spot opened by a woman i used to work with. they have one of the last clover espresso machines made pre-starbucks, and they brew an excellent cup of coffee. even my sister, the snobby barista, liked her beverage. (if you go hungry, i recommend the amazing grilled cheese, although splitting it is better, if not for your stomach than at least for your heart.) we hopped on the R and headed down to court street, to wander through cutey-cute-cute brooklyn heights and walk along the promenade. my sister was very impressed with the view of manhattan, as she had never seen it that way before. we wandered along the water to brooklyn bridge park, which seems to be under-construction and headed towards a better, brighter future. (it looks like it is going to be wonderful... someday.) we walked around in dumbo, stopping into adorable, over-priced stores. it started to rain, so we trained back home to grocery shop and stop into a few stores on seventh ave. i made falafel for dinner, and we played rummikub (the fast moving rummy tile game!) and then i tried to get some sleep. (i've been having super-weird dreams lately; i wish i had a dream-decoder book, cause i want to know what vampires mean.)

we'll have dinner out tonight, someplace fun in the neighborhood, and then i will pack her and her backpack into a car bound for jfk and uganda. it was fun having someone to explore with.

flourish and botts

one of the women in my office saw daniel radcliffe (harry potter) at the starbucks down the block from us. he's in town to work on equus, i believe. every other woman starting screeching, wondering if they might be able to run back and see him. i found this hilarious, in part because i think of him as the little boy wizard. he might actually be rather close to my age (under-21 though, i think), so i would never think of him as an object of desire. but those celebrity sightings, they're always turning us all to mush.

also spotted (same starbucks): allison janney (who i think is really cool.) very tall, pretty in person, wearing a cool headband, drinking a triple-soy latte. (that's a latta soy!) and: mark summers, dining at cafe fiorello. aa gets the credit for spotting him--she watches a lot of food network.

also, also: i know i have been a bad blogger recently. i have been broke and super-busy, and my leisure activities have been confined to throwing a lovely apartment-warming party, and watching project runway with my gals (go daniel!) this weekend should prove magical, however. stay with me, lone readers!

underground reads

s has magical moments that he refuses to guest-post which leaves me to do the honors. this past week, he was reading "the heart is a lonely hunter" on the train (which i had pulled out of the bookshelf to read, and he scooped me!) a man asked to interview him for his blog about what people read on the train, and s agreed.

my boy is internet famous!

i think it's actually a really interesting idea for a blog, and i plan to keep up with it. in fact, you'll find a link to the left. and it inspires me to do more reading on the train. recently i've been listening to myPod a lot, which while great, means i am not reading as much. an august resolution? perhaps.