Sup, homies! Before we jump into this week’s Five, I’ve got a surprise for you. But I can’t tell you what it is right now, for a multitude of reasons, chief amongst them my desire to torture you. You’ll have to come back on Monday for the news, but trust me, I think it will be worth the wait!
Anyway, for this week’s Friday Five, I’ve decided to change things up a bit. I spent a long Memorial Day weekend in New York City, and even though I’ve been to there a million times (and even lived there for about a month in my senior year of high school with my way cool cousin (hi Ilene!) for an internship at MTV), and even though I know it’s so uncool to act like a tourist, I let myself take pictures around the city like a tourist, because I was. And because for a large portion of my life, photography was my main focus, but I became swiftly disenamored with it after I graduated college. I’ve been trying to get back into it recently, thanks to this here ole blog, and I’m planning on posting more original photography.
Starting with this week’s Friday Five: five photographs of New York City.
Warehouse, 25th & 10th Ave
I attempted to see this Jeff Mermelstein exhibit at the Rick Wester Fine Art gallery on Saturday afternoon, but found it closed at 4pm, despite the website saying the gallery was open til 6. Major bummer. I huffed and puffed and let out an expletive or two (don’t take a photography exhibit away from me!) and was about to declare the entire day a waste, when I turned around and saw this across the street. I’m still grumpy about not being able to see the exhibit, but there’s always a silver-lining, right?
Lillie’s Victorian Bar, 17th & 4th
This is my favorite bar in the entire city, possibly even the entire world, for one very, very obvious reason: the decor (okay, two very obvious reasons: they serve 4 flavors of Lindeman’s lambic!). I hold a special place in my heart for Victorian pieces, and Lillie’s is decorated from floor (old parquet) to ceiling (painted tin tiles) with delightful, classic charm. Plus, all of the bartenders seem to be from England/Ireland/Australia, which means a never-ending assortment of amazing accents.
I know a lot of New Yorkers hate the High Line, and again, it might make me super uncool to think it was pretty neat, but it was. An elevated half-park-half-walkway with impressive views of the city? What’s not to love? The weather the entire weekend was gloriously sunny and warm, and after stopping for drinks at both the roof bar and Biergarten of the Standard Hotel and feeling tragically un-hip the entire time, it only made sense to take a stroll along the High Line from 14th street up to 20th. This photograph isn’t an accurate representation of the glass panes, though; they were really green and blue. Next time, white balance!
I spent a good 2.5 hours at this museum on Saturday morning, totally nerding out over all the dinosaur fossils and taxidermied animals and, of course, the giant blue whale. All I talked about for days leading up to the visitwas the whale, and while it certainly didn’t disappoint, the entire museum won me over. And I didn’t need any more reasons to love it, but I stumbled across this man in the African Mammals hall. This sweet old man, sitting on his little folding stool, drawing. My father was an artist, and so I think I’ve reserved a special place in my heart for things like this.
brook-vin, 7th Ave, Brooklyn
I stumbled into this amazing little place in Park Slope on Sunday afternoon after having brunch and getting
lost in acquainted with the neighborhood. What a wonderful treat, too. They were having afternoon Happy Hour, so wines were $5. It was a particularly sunny and hot day, so a crisp glass of white was in order. There might have been some stinky Camembert in the mix, too, along with some marinated olives. And everyone was just so nice. The decor was beautiful with an exposed brick wall and little hints of Industrial Chic (and you know how I feel about that).
Enjoy your weekend, kiddos! And make sure to check back on Monday for my extra-exciting announcement!