Summertime is here!
I’ve turned into Tiger Woods. I am of course implying that I have become a sex crazed addict and not a professional golfer.
My darling Lucas.
Oysters at Pearl Oyster Bar on Memorial Day Weekend when there was NO WAIT for seats.
Jeso is a percentage Native American. No really, she is. That’s why we made her stand next to this statue on Grand.
Had a Memorial Day kitteh picnic in which Earnest panted the entire time and rolled around in the grass.
Saw Mikey for a drink and he showed me the “I’m With Mitt” app and the typo that says “Amercia.”
I’ve been quite excited about all the produce available now that it’s springtime. Specifically, berries. Except I’ve been eating so much of them that I’ve started discovering deformities in them. I can’t tell if conjoined fruit is a problem or not, but of course you know that I had to watch this youtube clip on conjoined twins and of course I found it fascinating.
I was at MoMA last week to see the Ecstatic Alphabet/Heaps of Language exhibition and then also perused the Taryn Simon A Living Man Declared Dead and Other Chapters I–XVIII photo exhibit. She spent 4 years traveling and researching bloodlines. The exhibit is walls covered in photographs in strict grids. The storylines vary, one work was about genocide victims in Bosnia, another was the bloodline of Hans Frank, who was Hitler’s legal advisor. Really interesting, and completely chilling.
Thursday evening in Washington Square Park.
Saturday night sunset from Jimmy.
Sunday at the Andrew Freedman House, 167th and Grand Concourse, the Bronx. If you’re too lazy to click on the link, here’s the synopsis: Andrew Freeman, a wealthy New Yorker, built this huge palazzo in the Bronx as a home for those who had lost their riches and didn’t want to become “commoners.” The house is 111,000 square feet. It opened in the late 1920s and close around 1980 when the funds dried up. Now it’s run by the Mid Bronx Senior Citizens Council and the space is used for community programs.
The kittehs and I went on a field trip to go see the No Longer Empty This Side of Paradise exhibit that was happening there. And by George! Yes… the title of the exhibition was lifted from the book by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I mean… who else was so endlessly obsessed with aristocracy?
Room of Post Its by Mario Chamarro and Daniel Paluska (called, the Happy Project).
My eyebrows and the gold room. (Then and There, Cheryl Pope.)
Birthday dessert at Spot Dessert Bar for B’s 27th. He couldn’t decide what he wanted and asked for my opinion and I told him “Get whatever you want, it’s your birthday!” and the waiter took the hint and later brought a cupcake with a candle and had the waitstaff sing happy birthday. Did I mention it was just me and him? I laughed maniacally as surprised Asian onlookers looked on.
Earnesto. He’s been extra facially expressive lately. What can I say?