Remember me? I know…it’s even hard for me to believe that I didn’t post at all during July! It was the first month that I’ve missed posting something in the seven years that I’ve been publishing my little blog. So here I am…it’s summer in New York City…and it’s been a busy one so far with guests and even a trip to spend some time with my family in Virginia. But, for you Instagram peeps…you know I’ve been alive and well! And truth be known…IG is my favorite place to escape from all the craziness in this world!
Let’s start with the sad and get that out of the way…
In the latter part of June, I attended two memorials for the victims of the Orlando shooting. The first one at the amazing Cathedral of Saint John the Divine (shown above) in the Morningside Heights neighborhood of Manhattan. As one can imagine…I cried my eyes out during this emotional service in this larger than life cathedral. The following day was my regular Sunday service at the Community Meditation Center in my neighborhood. We all brought a flower and placed them at the front of the meditation hall…a simple gesture of unity and inclusiveness. The founder and teacher of our center (Allan Lokos) said it best…”Those in Orlando, Charleston, Newtown, and so many others, may not know about us gathering here this morning, but the significance of our time together as a sangha, a community, cannot be overestimated. We too need the support of our community. We also have been wounded and we grieve.” There’s really no words for everything going on in our world…
On another sad note…unfortunately the summer started off with the passing of Bill Cunningham, the famed New York Times photographer. If you’ve ever picked up the Sunday New York Times…you know that Bill was the center of fashion and the father of street style. Even in 2009 the New York Landmarks Conservancy made him a living landmark. I had the pleasure of coming across Bill one day on Fifth Avenue and it was such a treat to turn the camera his way… If you ever get the chance his documentary – Bill Cunningham New York – is heartwarming and so inspiring! Thrilled to know that the corner of 5th Avenue and 57th Street will soon be named after him. His presence here in the city, as well as his unique ability to capture fashion will certainly be missed.
and a big disappointment…
After two years of waiting patiently for the reopening of ICP (International Center of Photography) – I was totally disappointed during my first visit. The location is now in the Bowery area of Manhattan (which I love) but the space itself is not exciting at all. There’s that feeling of being in a big box in some basement somewhere. And perhaps I’m showing my age…but the opening exhibition was not at all what I’m looking for in an international photography museum. An article in the Weekend Arts section of the New York Times reads…“This institution shift in emphasis from hard objects to the broad field of visual culture (e.g. webcams, video blogs, twitter etc.) will make old-style connoisseurs crazy, but it is in line with the center’s history.” Regardless of my first impressions (and age!)…I renewed my annual membership and will give it a go for another year and see what develops.
Regardless of where I go in this world, I’m a really big fan of street art. Not necesarily the graffiti stuff, but the amazing murals by so many talented artists. For me I think it all started when I discovered 5Pointz in Queens and then later saw it all disappear by greedy developers. I’m just in awe how many of these artists create such large pieces with just spray cans! Over the past seven years I’ve really seen NYC street art grow. Currently, the largest selection is in Bushwick, Brooklyn. These two images are a couple of my faves from there…but there are sooooo many! If this one doesn’t spell s-u-m-m-e-r I don’t know what does!
I just recently went to see the exhibit – Diane Arbus, In the Beginning – at the Met Museum. Well not THE Met Museum, but one of their other locations – The Met Breuer that happens to be the old location of The Whitney Museum of American Art in the Upper East Side. Over 100 of her photographs were displayed focusing on seven years of her career from the late 50’s to the early 60’s. Many of these images were gifted by her daughters, Doon and Amy. I mention Amy because I was thrilled when she chose three of my images in a juried selection a few years ago. I guess one day I should share them on my blog. I’ve never been very good at tooting my own horn. 🙂 The exhibit was so different than her work that I was used to seeing…work that has often been controversial and very much critiqued. She’s been referred to as the “photographer of freaks” but this work was different…work through the eyes of a sixteen year old who was just embarking on her journey as a photographer. Bottom line? Excellent!
For now I’ll leave you with a posting from the Metro Diary of the New York Times…
“Thirsty and on the run, I jumped in a yellow cab and quickly opened my extra large bottle of seltzer water, immediately drenching myself and the entire interior (floor to ceiling) of the cab. Thankfully, Cabby stayed dry behind the plastic divider, but as he took the next street super fast, I sort of panicked, wondering if he was annoyed about the carbonated back-seat nightmare. Soaking in soda and shame, I threw open my purse and grabbed the first thing I found – a giant maxi-pad – which I hastily began using to absorb the results of my bubbly water explosion. I was still detailing the plastic divider with the maxi-pad wings when the cab stopped across town. As I sheepishly handed him soggy cash, Cabby tapped his head, pointed at the waterlogged maxi in my hand and laugh-yelled in a thick Russian accent. “Very inventive! That is why women rule the world!”
So much more to share…soon!