As someone who lives and walks this city daily…my blog is all about delving a little deeper, seeing what it has to offer, and capturing the true essence of New York City. Whether you live in Gotham, or just visiting…feel free to look around my blog. Bet you might find something new to do!
Keep in mind this isn't a blog about what is coming up...but what is experienced on a day to day basis.
P.S. As of the end of April 2013 my more personal postings will now be at The Next Few Years.
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Monthly Archives: March 2010
A favorite pastime of mine is walking the streets and hoping to catch a glimpse of the interiors of some fabulous apartments here in the city. I’m not a stalker, nor a peeping tom, just someone appreciating the decor, colors and creativity from a distance. Here’s a perfect example I was able to capture one night during a Municipal Arts Society tour in the West Village area.
P.S. If you love this kind of thing like I do then the best I’ve ever experienced (besides in MY city) was a late evening to night Seine River cruise in Paris or the Architecture River Cruise in Chicago. Some of the decor you’ll see will just blow you away!
Lately I seem to be getting this question ALL the time. I figured after ten months of living here, I needed to start documenting the reasons why so everyone would understand. Well perhaps you won’t understand, but here are my reasons. (Check back for ongoing updates in the “about” section.)
1. I’m absolutely fascinated by ALL the diversity. From the homeless to the most elite, every disability known to man and oh, the many many layers in between it all. Not to mention hearing every language imaginable every day.
2. Seeing for my own eyes the best contestants for a show “Do you look like your dog?” I see it multiple times a day which brings me to the countless times I’ve seen a double of a friend, family member, aquaintance, etc. walking the street. They always say… everyone has a double!
3. Who would’ve ever thunk that I could find comfort in hearing sirens serenading all of us throughout the day and night. Did I also mention my love of the sound of women’s heels clicking on the sidewalks as they walked past the den? And the clip clop of the horses’ shoes as they bring tourists through Central Park and segway to my street which happens to be very famous? Oh, and how nice it is to wake up in the early morning hours hearing the splash of rain water on the streets from the occasional cab or late night arrival traveling through?
4. Being entertained by the locals on the subway and especially through 42nd street subway station. It’s “free,” but how do you not tip these guys! And plus, they really really think they sound good!
5. It’s only taken me several months to realize this…but there’s absolutely nothing like exploring the hoods with an iPod plugged in and awesome tunes playing. Every day is a different mood for different music… perhaps I’ll even find another man with pipe to follow.
6. Seeing men walking the street taking flowers to their lovers. Adorable.
7. Sitting at the windows of the gotham den, watching and listening to every day life. Early morning, middle of the day, at night, during the night…it all has its own vibe.
8. Walking the streets and making quick eye contact resulting in a brief smile with a total stranger.
9. Watching the trees outside the gotham den windows changing from spring to summer to fall to winter to spring again!
10. Seeing men completely turn to take in the beauty of a woman walking by.
11. Watching taxis drive through huge puddles on the streets from a rain… spraying everyone at the crosswalk! And you only thought that happened in Sex in the City!
12. Having anything you want at your finger tips. From classes, to food, to entertainment. And you won’t believe how much of it can be FREE or for a small amount of money if you do your research.
13. Feeling the electricity in my body as soon as I hit the streets. You can walk the exact same street every day and see something different. Every minute, every hour, every day is a movie scene.
This is only the beginning…it never ends.
Rainy day today…perfect for cocooning…candles lit…snickerdoodle coffee brewing…good book equals a GREAT day in the Gotham den!
Lucky me! I won a new lens for my Nikon D3000! Attended a class at B&H photo hosted by John Bentham, photography instructor extraordinaire. I just love his teaching style. Anyway, a portion of this class (did I mention FREE?) was an overview of a new lens called the lensbaby. So the door prize was someone in the class would walk away with this new lens! Yep, ME!
This photo was one of my very first attempts of using this lens, but I love that it provides a new way to control the depth of field by bringing one area of a photo into the sharpest focus with the “sweet spot” (as John refers to it) surrounded by blur. By bending the lens, you can move the sharp area around the photo for customized creative effects. So I tried capturing that “sweet spot” by focusing in on that bike seat, ha!
Rounded the corner of my street tonight and ran smack into…are you ready for this? Foie Gras Protestors. The Animal Protection and Rescue League was standing up to duck exploitation in front of the restaurant Telepan which is across the street from the Gotham den, a restaurant I’ve only been to twice in the ten months of living here. Why? Because it is expensive. Damn expensive. Oh those lovely four courses with wine pairings… (Thanks to Tim and Susanne from Germany for the last treat!) Anyway, seems the APRL is having a little issue with Telepan even though I heard they no longer serve foie gras ravioli, and the foie gras it did serve was from a more humane farm. So go figure. I must say, humane or not, I love foie gras. Some of my best memories from France are the servings of foie gras at those 11 p.m. dinners. So there.
Think quaint and adorable. Visualize a tiny cafe in a village on the back roads of France or Italy. Think cold on the outside, warm and toasty on the inside. Think Oscar Cafe on the cute street of Mac Dougal in Soho. Soft lighting, polite service. Did I mention drop dead gorgeous service? Oops. I digressed. Stella on tap. Mesmorized by the ceiling. I’m in love with antique ceiling tiles. Real or not. An afternoon delight. Can’t wait to go back at night.
I’ve blogged about the living room before, but I just can’t help doing it again. Loved, loved, loved last night listening to new talent, Mary Bragg and also the Winterpills. My only complaint is they just don’t play long enough. The best music venue!
A 20 plus mile bike ride today to Rockaway Park, a neighborhood on the Rockaway Peninsula in the NYC boro of Queens. (I’ve heard this is the largest urban beach area in the U.S.) Great start to the day, beautiful blue sky, however two flats before we even left Central Park. Not that anyone can help having a flat so we were all patient and finally we left the park through a little morning traffic. We took the Riverside Park bike path south to make our way east to the Manhattan Bridge. All calm. All good.
Then as we made our way east, the maddening rush hour traffic intensified as we approached Chinatown. If you have ever been to Chinatown you know that street traffic in this area is CRAZY. Yep, right in the middle of CRAZY was yours truly, dodging the elderly who just happened to cross the street right in front of… an oncoming bike, street vendors who can’t see over their carts, therefore oblivious to… an oncoming bike, people going thousands of different directions with cars honking and no one paying attention… to an oncoming bike. Yes, I’m the oncoming bike! I practiced my deep breathing and said my prayers.
Finally a little bit of peace as we crossed over the Manhattan Bridge only to be plunked right in the middle of more maddening rush hour traffic in downtown Brooklyn. The nerves were about shot at that point, but I persevered and soon we were in a calm neighborhood setting headed for the beach. Why did it seem to be getting colder and where was all the cloud cover coming from? Did I feel a drop of rain?
Perfect timing for a nice lunch at the Wharf, a neighborhood pub right on the water with long distance views of Manhattan. If you really look you can see the city in the distance in the photo. It seems winter set in as we ate lunch. So it didn’t take much convincing me to take the hour plus subway ride back to Manhattan. Home by late afternoon and what I really needed was a massage to eliminate the tension, but instead I settled for a nice long warm shower. Ahh…tranquility of the Gotham Den. Nice.
Well today a friend of mine that I met several months ago here in the city returned to Canada for the summer. Ruth I will so miss you! Will you please forgive all the times that I failed to remember that you were blind! You are such a blessing in my life and I love you!
Tomorrow two friends of mine will return from Laos after spending three months living with the locals and giving back to the small community of Luang Prabang. I can’t wait to see you! The Gotham Den is open and waiting for you.
I think I’m in need of a Jimby hug!