As a member of the New York Times Film Club, I’ve pre-screened a few movies this year, some good, some predictable. Sometimes, like tonight, the screening features a Q&A afterward with the director and one of the actors.
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One of my friends is leaving New York City after 15 years and we spent the past weekend catching up with her Big Apple bucket list.
First stop, the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum:
We followed with a tour of the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, and fell in love with the rose gardens:
Tomorrow Kinga leaves for California, and a new chapter begins.
There are some places in this city that are pure magic. The New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx is one. And this spring they are hosting “Chihuly Nights,” a twilight evening series with live music and an illumination of Dale Chihuly’s glass exhibition.
Nightfall and the first installation I see is a blue stone glass sculpture in front of the library. The idyllic scene calls to mind the Trevi Fountain in Rome and the Fontaine de l’Observatoire in Paris.
On the main pathway, I come across a starburst sea urchin of blue and white. Against the night sky, suspended in mid-air, the early summer fireflies weave amid the crystal stems, bringing to mind fairies and nymphs.
Nearer to the Visitor’s Center there is a pond of red reeds embedded in an oak tree. To my eye they resemble blood-red pitchforks, or even spears, protecting earthlings in an apocalyptic dystopian land. Although, I think I may be overdoing it on the Supergirl binge watching.
The sunset melts away, and a chill settles in. The last pieces I see are ectoplasmic and alien-like dangling from the ceiling. A vibrant yellow-green sure to give Crayola a run for its money, and a doodle octopus in shades of purple and blue.
Once I get home, I quickly fall asleep, and dream of far-off galaxies deep within the Milky Way.
It’s Tourist Day and we’re going to The Cloisters!
Now that Kinga is making a clean break for California we’re crossing off items on her “I’ve lived in New York City for 15 years and have never been to…” bucket list.
For those not in the know, The Cloisters is a museum annex of The Met Fifth Avenue located in Fort Tryon Park in the Bronx. Their collection is dedicated to the art, architecture, and gardens of medieval Europe, and the building is fashioned like an old castle and church.
We stroll circuitously through the inner buildings, from the Gothic Hall to the Boppard Room filled with floor to ceiling stained glass windows into the Unicorn Tapestries Room. There are several school trips in session, and as we wander we catch snippets of history from the docent tour guides.
Kinga and I were both raised Catholic–she Polish-American in Chicago, me Italian-American in Brooklyn–so much of what the tour guides are sharing is steeped in Christianity studies. It almost feels like we’re back in parochial school learning our ABCs.
Outdoors The Cloisters’ gardens are abundant with herbs, flowers, green grass. The birds are as thrilled to see the sun as we are, even if it is a bit steamy.
We have lunch at the Tre Cloisters cafe and talk about life and finding the strength and courage to embrace change. Afterward, we stroll through Fort Tryon Park and fall into nature sharing the path with a group of high school students and their teacher. Along the trail, we spot a groundhog momma carrying her young as she tried to maneuver the foot traffic in her way.
A gentle reminder that we are all on this journey together.
‘Intrigued by an event listing a friend sent along, Kinga and I checked out an exhibit presented by the fashion program at my alma mater Marist College. The event was held at The National Arts Club around the corner from Gramercy Park.
The presentation showcased designs from winners of this year’s Silver Needle Awards. Held in the Grand Gallery, the designs were bold and bright amidst the current exhibition, Alternate Lives, an avant-garde display of black and white photographs.
Some of my favorite designs
The satin bustle dress designed by Allison Carolei ’18 featured a mix of black, midnight blue, and dark red fabrics. A black halter evening gown with a graduated hem, short in the front with a long train in back from Kristen Wong ’17 caught my eye.
I especially loved the flickering LED lights on the train.
Next up a halter pantsuit with flared bell bottom hems in a bright pink plaid from Cara Benevenia ’17. She also showcased a delicately woven bolero shrug with faux feathered sleeves, also in bright pink, and an eco-friendly woven dress in natural tones and pink accents.
I next noticed Emma Gage, ’17 outerwear ensemble with black llama fur and layers of wool in black, gray, and blood red. The trim accented by dystopian-like baubles conjured images of broken pieces of stalactites.
Gabrielle Amaturo ’18 olive green design with its Pucci-like accents reminded me of 1940s film noir. I would imagine the piece would also complement the wardrobe closet of Effie Trinket, too.
Last night I had the opportunity to volunteer for the Bronx Children’s Museum inaugural gala. The program honored playwright Richard Abrons, entrepreneur Rafael Collado, and actress/activist Kerry Washington for their fundraising efforts in support of the museum which is set to open in the Bronx in 2018.
As part of the registration team, volunteers were trained by 501 Auctions to check-in each guest as participants for the live auction. The event was held at the Tribeca Rooftops, an event space in downtown Manhattan.
People who know me will tell you stories of high energy, streamed together activities: art shows, dancing, walking tours, pub crawls, and road trips. In recent months I’ve played it low key; this weekend? Not so much.
Claudia and I went to the New York City Center to see Diana Ross perform. Smooth as syrup, her energy electric, a true, iconic songstress. The audience, a mirror filled with love. Five costume changes, each more glamorous and sparkly than the next.
Every song a tribute, a trigger to a moment in time, a disco dance down memory lane.
Jayne, Colleen, Jon Mark and I attend the NY Sailors’ Ball–a charity event on my calendar every year. It’s held at the Down Town Association, a 19th c. townhouse and clubhouse. I go for the music and the dancing, but every year the Commodore asks my plans for the sailing season.
Apparently, my age is catching up with me. I hardly drank but after dancing for 2 hours straight my body is screaming for mercy. I sleep in, Finn is more than happy to oblige. Later in the day, I have plans with Lulu for supper, so I slowly make my way to Soho where she is dying her hair, under Chester’s guidance. Last year I had a sapphire sheen and orchid stripes, and now Lulu is getting a unicorn color of her own.
We have dinner at Soccarat, a paella bar in Little Italy and order our meal in a sing-song fashion like a scene out of RENT.