I’ve been dreadful when it comes to blogging about my New York life. (I guess it feels like TMI; when I blogged in Paris, it was about sharing all these delights and senses; here, back home, it’s just me and my reality. It feels more gratuitous and, frankly, weird to reveal too much. But I think that’s a whole other post to ponder.).
That said, I am excited about everything I’ve been doing since I’ve been back. I’ve gone over to Brooklyn a couple times (falling deeper in love). I’ve had fancy cocktails (Bemelmans Bar and Hotel Delmano, topping the list). Nice dinners (oh, Vinegar Hill House). I’ve seen great movies (my favorite so far was Public Speaking, a documentary on Fran Leibowitz). I’ve been reading up a storm. I’m back at the gym, doing yoga and taking walks. I’m indulging in sweets. I’ve been to the ballet and several concerts. And I’ve seen some great art.
The first show was Edward Hopper at the Whitney.
I love a good exhibition at the Whitney because you’re in, you’re out, you’re sated and inspired. And the great thing about this last visit was going for Hopper, one of my all-time favorites, and stumbling into a couple other fantastic exhibitions: the creepy-genius Charles Ledray and the Whitney’s own unearthing of Singular Visions.
Then there was Herbert Katzman at the Museum of the City of New York. Brilliant, this museum is! A whole museum devoted to Manhattan and its history and artists. Katzman was obsessed with the Brooklyn Bridge, the downtown Manhattan skyline and especially the city’s waterways.
He painted the same views from the mid-fifties nearly until his death in ’04. It was a wonderful collection, and, similar to the Whitney, there were a handful of other great exhibitions to explore.
Most recently, I got to the opening of one my most favorite young artists, Isca Greenfield-Sanders, at Haunch of Venison.
I kick myself for not having bought one of her prints for $1000 a few years ago the same way I kick myself for not having invested in Netflix when it was $15 a share. Her paintings are soft, colorful and nostalgic… dreamy. And they cost about $50,000.