Modern. Artsy.
Jul. 23rd, 2009 01:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catkoPrimary goal today: To get to that Burger Joint at the Parker Meridien, which other than the mysterious Momofuku, has been the most recommended spot of this whole trip. Decided to wrap in that (also mysterious) iD-Soul exhibit that I learned about from Yoko Ono's Twitter, which as I told someone, I realize sounds kind of dirty.
Secondary goal: To be okay with not posting every night. Let's give that a try.
I feel like a local on the subways. (Now that I've said that, something will probably go amiss.) Not like it's difficult; well-situated between two major underground thoroughfares. Plotted out my route for the day, with options, and decided I should at least take a peek at Central Park, so F line to 57th, up to Central Park South, and peeked. Smells like horses!
Back to 57th, and discovered another tip for NYC living: find out which side of the street your destination is on, before you get halfway down a long block and realize that it's just not safe to jaywalk. But entering the Parker Meridien (excuse me, Le Parker Meridien) through the shady bar/coffee bar is quite soothing. I would have loved to sink down for a cup, if I wasn't bee-lining for the Burger Joint.
James had mentioned this to me years ago as a fantastic secret find; he'd been brought here by Homer Avila. The way he described it made no sense at all until I saw it. Plus everyone else who recommended it (![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
darkpoole , utility_knife, and others) said the same. You do indeed go behind the curtain, wait in line, order fast, and sit in a tiny diner-like setting and eat a $7 fresh-cooked burger. Wow, surprisingly good, and a fun experience. Lots of punky posters on the walls; seems to be a thing here.
Over to Rockefeller Plaza to try to find this iD-Soul Exhibit, which I did see in a tweet by Yoko Ono, whom I'm following on Twitter, I'm not sure why. I'm sure she's quite sincere, but a lot of her messages seem to be a little, um, what's the word. "Don't clutter your mind with gossipy thoughts. Open your head to the Universe." But sometimes it is nice to get a postive, peace-oriented tweet. Actually, that pretty well sums up this show, which is a promo for the book, which is a collection of pieces from i-D Magazine (which, BTW, is not the same as ID Magazine I just figured out) that address socially-conscious and humanistic themes. Anyway, it was a chance to see Christie's, free, and well-hung.
James had said, "I've never been, but given your taste in decor, I might suggest The Lever House." Yes--50s style decor, and designed by Skidmore, Owings, and Meyer--apparently the first such in this neighborhood in the "curtain wall skyscraper" style. Check the link; sadly the restaurant is being renovated, I hope not too much. What can I say, I'm a modernist. Loved the courtyard with the big Sanrio sculptures, which this person's blog captures pretty well.
On the theme, decided to brave MoMA. Great place to spend some time on a muggy day, so cool and clean, and not too crowded. So much amazing stuff to see, and some not so amazing. I could just imagine Dave saying, "A pink plank leaning against a wall is NOT art!" I could post a million blurry pictures, but will just link to Flickr, or better yet, the MoMA Collection site. However, here's a few:
Joseph Beuys, remember seeing these in LA with James and Todd Grey, bigger than lifesize. Detail from Kelley Walker's wall-huge installation, which I think is an amalgam of several works, including these scenes of the Birmingham race riots, arted by Andy Warhol, and treated by Walker with silkscreened chocolate, two kinds. At least according to the little tape-thing I listened to. My favorite piece I saw, Franz West's Sammler und Jager. Too bad mine is blurry, but there's a clear one at the link, and I don't want to steal. And Song Dong's Projects 90, an amazing installation of all the stuff from his mother's home collected over 50 years. These are just shopping bags alone, which is familiar because I've been collecting so many damn shopping bags in this city. Maybe I'll take a picture of mine laid out like this, before I go.
And of course the usual Pollock, Warhol, Rothko, Johns. I picked the above because I realize I know a little about Modern but nothing about Contemporary, now that I know the difference thanks to Mark. Bought a designer-y coffee cup at the gift store which will go with my Muji comforter and pillowcases and KMart towel. I have no idea how I'm getting all this stuff home; I'm already scoping out the FedEx service on the corner from the apartment.
On the way home, I had to strain to be sure I wasn't missing my stop and restrain myself from getting a McCafe at the McDonald's near the exit. Got a Red Mango blended-thing instead, which cost the same as the burger from earlier in the day. Green tea flavor (not mango), and when they say "toppings" they mean blended in with the tea-flavored yogurt. Refreshing!
Secondary goal: To be okay with not posting every night. Let's give that a try.
I feel like a local on the subways. (Now that I've said that, something will probably go amiss.) Not like it's difficult; well-situated between two major underground thoroughfares. Plotted out my route for the day, with options, and decided I should at least take a peek at Central Park, so F line to 57th, up to Central Park South, and peeked. Smells like horses!
Back to 57th, and discovered another tip for NYC living: find out which side of the street your destination is on, before you get halfway down a long block and realize that it's just not safe to jaywalk. But entering the Parker Meridien (excuse me, Le Parker Meridien) through the shady bar/coffee bar is quite soothing. I would have loved to sink down for a cup, if I wasn't bee-lining for the Burger Joint.
James had mentioned this to me years ago as a fantastic secret find; he'd been brought here by Homer Avila. The way he described it made no sense at all until I saw it. Plus everyone else who recommended it (
darkpoole , utility_knife, and others) said the same. You do indeed go behind the curtain, wait in line, order fast, and sit in a tiny diner-like setting and eat a $7 fresh-cooked burger. Wow, surprisingly good, and a fun experience. Lots of punky posters on the walls; seems to be a thing here. Over to Rockefeller Plaza to try to find this iD-Soul Exhibit, which I did see in a tweet by Yoko Ono, whom I'm following on Twitter, I'm not sure why. I'm sure she's quite sincere, but a lot of her messages seem to be a little, um, what's the word. "Don't clutter your mind with gossipy thoughts. Open your head to the Universe." But sometimes it is nice to get a postive, peace-oriented tweet. Actually, that pretty well sums up this show, which is a promo for the book, which is a collection of pieces from i-D Magazine (which, BTW, is not the same as ID Magazine I just figured out) that address socially-conscious and humanistic themes. Anyway, it was a chance to see Christie's, free, and well-hung.
James had said, "I've never been, but given your taste in decor, I might suggest The Lever House." Yes--50s style decor, and designed by Skidmore, Owings, and Meyer--apparently the first such in this neighborhood in the "curtain wall skyscraper" style. Check the link; sadly the restaurant is being renovated, I hope not too much. What can I say, I'm a modernist. Loved the courtyard with the big Sanrio sculptures, which this person's blog captures pretty well.
On the theme, decided to brave MoMA. Great place to spend some time on a muggy day, so cool and clean, and not too crowded. So much amazing stuff to see, and some not so amazing. I could just imagine Dave saying, "A pink plank leaning against a wall is NOT art!" I could post a million blurry pictures, but will just link to Flickr, or better yet, the MoMA Collection site. However, here's a few:
Joseph Beuys, remember seeing these in LA with James and Todd Grey, bigger than lifesize. Detail from Kelley Walker's wall-huge installation, which I think is an amalgam of several works, including these scenes of the Birmingham race riots, arted by Andy Warhol, and treated by Walker with silkscreened chocolate, two kinds. At least according to the little tape-thing I listened to. My favorite piece I saw, Franz West's Sammler und Jager. Too bad mine is blurry, but there's a clear one at the link, and I don't want to steal. And Song Dong's Projects 90, an amazing installation of all the stuff from his mother's home collected over 50 years. These are just shopping bags alone, which is familiar because I've been collecting so many damn shopping bags in this city. Maybe I'll take a picture of mine laid out like this, before I go.
And of course the usual Pollock, Warhol, Rothko, Johns. I picked the above because I realize I know a little about Modern but nothing about Contemporary, now that I know the difference thanks to Mark. Bought a designer-y coffee cup at the gift store which will go with my Muji comforter and pillowcases and KMart towel. I have no idea how I'm getting all this stuff home; I'm already scoping out the FedEx service on the corner from the apartment.
On the way home, I had to strain to be sure I wasn't missing my stop and restrain myself from getting a McCafe at the McDonald's near the exit. Got a Red Mango blended-thing instead, which cost the same as the burger from earlier in the day. Green tea flavor (not mango), and when they say "toppings" they mean blended in with the tea-flavored yogurt. Refreshing!
