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June 10th 2007
Here we are in a very lived-in apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was a bit funky getting in here - we had to hand over a massive wad of cash to a guy we'd just met in exchange for a key, but that's life in the big city if you want a place to stay.
I spent the first half hour of our time here opening every single cabinet, cupboard, and drawer getting to know our absent mystery host.
Apparently she's on tour for the Summer, a musician who speaks German and Japanese, her place is wall to wall architecture and design books, with a smattering of art history, there’s an impressive classical music collection, and every nook and cranny is utilized in the way only New Yorkers know how. It's such a relief to be in the presence of an artist. Lately we've been surrounded by financial consultants, hedge fund managers, and endless talk of mergers and acquisitions. It's so dang tiring after a while. I want to hang out with people who don’t own ties, and actually go to museums to view art, rather than sip cocktails as part of some corporate meet-and-greet.
Now we’re in the New York we know and love – a cramped place stuffed to the gills with a rich life, Julliard and Lincoln Center within walking distance, bookstores near by, museums across the way, and an all-night French café on the corner. It’s comforting and energizing, and it feels like home.
Here we are in a very lived-in apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was a bit funky getting in here - we had to hand over a massive wad of cash to a guy we'd just met in exchange for a key, but that's life in the big city if you want a place to stay.I spent the first half hour of our time here opening every single cabinet, cupboard, and drawer getting to know our absent mystery host.
Apparently she's on tour for the Summer, a musician who speaks German and Japanese, her place is wall to wall architecture and design books, with a smattering of art history, there’s an impressive classical music collection, and every nook and cranny is utilized in the way only New Yorkers know how. It's such a relief to be in the presence of an artist. Lately we've been surrounded by financial consultants, hedge fund managers, and endless talk of mergers and acquisitions. It's so dang tiring after a while. I want to hang out with people who don’t own ties, and actually go to museums to view art, rather than sip cocktails as part of some corporate meet-and-greet.Now we’re in the New York we know and love – a cramped place stuffed to the gills with a rich life, Julliard and Lincoln Center within walking distance, bookstores near by, museums across the way, and an all-night French café on the corner. It’s comforting and energizing, and it feels like home.
posted by alex | 5:41 PM
1 Comments:
Isn't that interesting... we never discussed it but I thought our home owner, who is a teacher at Pratt, was just on summer holiday at "home" (germany/japan) visiting family. That's the story I made up in my head, since he said she goes away every summer.
Sadly, I picked up only one book the whole time we were there, but what an amazingly facinating collection! We could have stayed much longer indeed. Home. (did miss AC though)
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