Wednesday. This was the day we decided to each do our own thing and meet up later.
I spent a lovely day with Jessica, another great friend from the west coast. We started our day at the Whitney Museum of American Art, with the specific aim to check out the Yayoi Kusama exhibition. We had to make an appointment to view Fireflies on the Water, and we got the 3:20–3:40 timeslot. Hmmm. OK, we can work with that. We had time to check out the rest of the Kusama exhibition and a few other floors of the museum (Those of you who know about my enthusiasm for miniatures will understand why Calder's Circus was right up my alley), go for lunch at the very elegant Café Sabarsky, and wander back in a leisurely fashion so we could each spend one minute with the piece. It was worth the wait. I'd rather not reveal too much about it, but if you have a chance to check it out, I encourage you to do so.
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| Dancer mosaic (artist: Nancy Spero) Lincoln Center subway station |
Patrice and I met up in a park way way downtown, which was fortunately very close to a building I had wanted to check out: Frank Gehry's 8 Spruce Street. Whoa. I can't possibly come up with the words to describe this fabulous building, so here's a brief quote from the website:
"At 870 feet tall, New York by Gehry is the tallest residential tower in the Western Hemisphere and a singular addition to the iconic Manhattan skyline. For his first residential commission in New York City, master architect Frank Gehry has reinterpreted the design language of the classic Manhattan high-rise with undulating waves of stainless steel that reflect the changing light, transforming the appearance of the building throughout the day." (Source: http://www.newyorkbygehry.com/)
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| Momofuku's buns. Mmmmm. |
OK let's eat!! Momofuku was calling me. I could hear it. Amazingly there was only a half-hour wait. This was my fourth time eating at Momofuku Noodle Bar. I might have a problem.
Not being New Yorkers, we underestimated the time required to wait for a table, be served, eat and travel, so we ended up showing up horrifically late for our next engagement. Exceedingly patient friend David was very understanding when we finally met him at The Frying Pan on Chelsea Piers, a neat old lightship outfitted with a bar and grill, docked at Pier 66 on the Hudson River. What a great place to be at the end of a hot sticky day!
So. It was almost 11:00. We have enjoyed high art, consumed amazing food, and refreshed ourselves with cool beer in lovely company. Sounds like a day. But there was more. There is always more. We were right next to the High Line, which is a truly amazing public park built on an old freight rail line elevated above the streets. And it's beautiful! Luckily there was a bit of time before the park is closed for the night.
Not being New Yorkers, we underestimated the time required to wait for a table, be served, eat and travel, so we ended up showing up horrifically late for our next engagement. Exceedingly patient friend David was very understanding when we finally met him at The Frying Pan on Chelsea Piers, a neat old lightship outfitted with a bar and grill, docked at Pier 66 on the Hudson River. What a great place to be at the end of a hot sticky day!
So. It was almost 11:00. We have enjoyed high art, consumed amazing food, and refreshed ourselves with cool beer in lovely company. Sounds like a day. But there was more. There is always more. We were right next to the High Line, which is a truly amazing public park built on an old freight rail line elevated above the streets. And it's beautiful! Luckily there was a bit of time before the park is closed for the night.
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| David and Patrice on the High Line |
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