Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Bella Brooklyn
The first time I met Brooklyn was the summer of ’97, a few short weeks after I’d landed in New York City. I was on my way to an event near the Brooklyn Heights promenade, and found myself lost in a veritable wanderlust of majestic brownstones and tree-lined streets. The flowers were in full bloom, and the sun was setting on the water, and I thought to myself, with absolute certainty, “I must live here.”It’s strange to think of getting lost in Brooklyn now that I’ve been in NYC for nearly 12 years.
I have been all over the world and seen some pretty beautiful things, but, to this day, Brooklyn is the place that warms my heart the most.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
My Life In Villas: 2005
In February 2005, in the Caribbean, but under such horrific circumstances. See, Valentine’s Day was on a Monday that year, and I had taken only a few days off to spend it in Montserrat, leaving on Friday, and returning to work on a Tuesday. To get to Montserrat, I would have to fly into Antigua, and then take a ferry, which only left two times a day, to the remote island of Montserrat.
Well…they said that they hadn’t seen winds like these in over 30 years. Strange hurricane-like gales which put the ferries, helicopters, and all other methods of transportation out of business.
What would I do? I was all alone, didn’t know the island and, worse yet, wasn’t the least bit prepared to roam the (really, truly rather rough!) island. But luckily, I met some friends, and we all stayed at the Amaryllis together, waking dutifully every morning to try (note – try!) to get the ferry to Montserrat. The first try was a no go, and we turned around and went back to the modest motel. But the second morning we made it. That was the morning of Valentine’s Day.
On August 27th, 2005 we ventured to The Sagamore, a sprawling, idyllic, one-time-estate on Lake George. It was a little cool for August, actually, and surreal in that the Monda of our visit we woke to Hurricane Katrina all over the news.
Well…they said that they hadn’t seen winds like these in over 30 years. Strange hurricane-like gales which put the ferries, helicopters, and all other methods of transportation out of business.
What would I do? I was all alone, didn’t know the island and, worse yet, wasn’t the least bit prepared to roam the (really, truly rather rough!) island. But luckily, I met some friends, and we all stayed at the Amaryllis together, waking dutifully every morning to try (note – try!) to get the ferry to Montserrat. The first try was a no go, and we turned around and went back to the modest motel. But the second morning we made it. That was the morning of Valentine’s Day.
On August 27th, 2005 we ventured to The Sagamore, a sprawling, idyllic, one-time-estate on Lake George. It was a little cool for August, actually, and surreal in that the Monda of our visit we woke to Hurricane Katrina all over the news.
September of that year brought yet another villa, this time in the rolling hills of Tuscany to celebrate a very, very monumental birthday. I had been to Tuscany in August of 2004, but the change from August to September made all the difference. The nights were cool, and the tourists scarce. It was a truly magical time…anything was possible that September.
Friday, October 23, 2009
I [HEART] Arnold Newman
It's impossible not to be struck my Arnold Newman's remarkable portraits...and after last night's lecture, I can't get them out of my head. What photographer doesn't strive for such artistry? I think the Picasso is my favorite, but the Stravinsky below is an utter masterpiece. 
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