Live From New York

Hello again, I've decided that my life might still be interesting to some even though I am not living abroad, or on vacation. I'm away from home and it's interesting enough to me to want to take note. If you're reading previous posts please don't be confused as I've only changed the title of this blog and not created a new one so older posts are from my trips to Chicago/Indiana/Prague. Today I'm coming to you from my stinky internship at the Storefront for Art and Architecture here is a picture of me right now.

It is cold. And dark. Here are some photos of the gallery, I just took, to illustrate why:

Yesterday was the first day of snow (besides that freak noreaster we had back in november when Hailey was here). The gallery was designed by the world renowned Steven Holl so I can't complain too much, I'll just direct your attention to the wide gaps between the rotating panels and the wall. Ingenius design, really, if only it weren't 22 degrees outside right now. The exhibit in the gallery right now, which I helped to put up (you see those black walls? One of those coats was by me), is about competition architecture and the interns behind it. There is a binder in one of the corners with short testimonials from young architectural professionals/interns discussing their experiences. The irony is not lost on me. A quote at the end of one of them that I read today was "Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall die." -Imhotep. This has me again seriously contemplating changing my working environment. I eat and drink a little cause I am poor. I am pretty sure I can not describe myself as merry right now. On a completely different note: last night I had the opportunity to go to the Philharmonic at the Lincoln Center thanks to the lovely and talented Martha since she was going out of town and couldn't use the ticket her family friend sent her. I was so excited to finally get to sit in some fancy. If you didn't know, I now spend the majority of my time in a smelly, filthy warehouse on the Gowanus canal. I work here we do beautiful work, but the work environment is less than beautiful. I wore my dress and tights under my jeans and jacket yesterday and the plan was to remove the jeans at work and then change into fancier shoes on the subway. It was snowing when I left work, however, so I stupidly decided to keep jeans on until I could't anymore. The shop were I ate my pizza dinner didn't have a restroom so I was stuck disrobing in public. The subway seemed like a decent enough idea mostly because it was warmer than outside and it wasn't like I was getting naked, just taking jeans off under my long jacket, but every time I started to slip off a sneaker or unzip my jeans I felt the eyes of a nearby stranger and I decided the anonymity of the outdoors was probably my better option. When I emerged onto 66th st. in the hustle and bustle of the lincoln center I was confronted with the sting of sub freezing temperatures and a bank of picnic tables and chairs about 5 feet away. This was going to have to be the place, I decided, and I quickly sat down and starting yanking off my jeans without glancing around. As snow was falling on my face I happened to look up to the large and modern concert hall across the street and was pleasantly presented with an accidental dance performance while a group of professional dancers practiced near a wall of windows. Oh to be a professional dancer in New York City and to get to spend time in the beautiful (and heated no doubt) structure. Upon further investigation it appears that I was looking at Alice Tully Hall which is maybe a part of Juilliard.

My initial plan for the evening was to take myself for a fancy date. I was going to attend the Philharmonic and then walk around central park to the Plaza and get myself a manhattan. This plan seemed doable when looking at a map but less practically in the reality of snow and Martha's Steve Madden heels. After literally falling asleep towards the end of the 2:15 hr concert I wanted nothing else but to go home and drink tea and finish the other half of my Dean & Deluca blondie that Marc bought me the night before. So I did. I laid on the couch with a comforter and ate my cookie and tea and watched the new episode of 30 Rock and after that I ate some ice cream out of the tub and watched the new episode of Bob's Burgers, fishing out all of the chocolate chunks and avoiding the freezer burned parts. It was very, very nice.