Last weekend, B and I took advantage of the warmest temperatures we’ve experienced since moving to NY and spent the day exploring Central Park and Chelsea. I’ll have to save the Central Park trip for another post, because that was a lovely endeavor in itself, so let’s talk Chelsea.
Our first stop in Chelsea was the High Line Park. This story behind this park begins with my beloved NYC Subway system. Before the train was underground in the olden days, it was above ground. Above the streets, above many of the buildings. Up high. Then the glory of the underworld was unleashed and eventually all of the old trains moved down below. The advent of the NY underground left several high line tracks high and dry. Instead of demolishing the tracks completely, a group of awesome citizens came together to turn the landmark into a park.
Not surprisingly, the park is very narrow. It’s more or less the width of the train tracks. Last weekend NYC experienced a brief relief from the harsh frigidity that has beaten us up all winter, so you can imagine that this place was packed tighter than Fifth Avenue and 34th Street during the weekday rush hour. The crowd made picture-taking very difficult, but I’ve included some photos and a video below, courtesy of Time Magazine, New York Guest, Colectiva TV, and Urban Splatter. I hear the High Line park is quite beautiful in the springtime, and I look forward to visiting again soon when the weather brings us all back to life.
As daylight started to dwindle we wandered into the Robert E. Rauschenberg Foundation Gallery to see Shirin Neshat’s exhibition, “Our House is on Fire.” I don’t know if you guys have yet picked up on this or not, but I’m kind of crazy about art. Furthermore I have a special appreciation for Islamic art as a result of the time I spent studying the Arabic language and Islamic history. Shirin is a very talented Iranian artist who often mixes black and white photography with Arabic and/or Persian calligraphy to capture the complexities and contradictions of the human condition. I have a particular love for her because so much of her work is focused on the experience of women, in particular Muslim women. Her exhibition, “Our House is on Fire,” spoke to what has been lost in Egypt as a result of the war. It was a fascinating collection of work.
We strolled along for awhile after the exhibition until we stumbled upon free coffee. Not just any coffee- “sexy coffee” (as [Uncle] Tim calls it). Nespresso has created a new pod-based coffee machine (kind of like a Keurig) that gives your coffee a lovely foam. Best of all, they were dishing it out for free in fancy plastic cups, which we have now turned into our daily coffee to-go cups.
After a pit stop home for dinner we headed down to
Lower East Side East Village, which has become our new favorite spot.
More about that later.
When we stepped off the L train and onto 14th street, we headed toward “Otto’s Shrunken Head” to enjoy their epic weekly monster mash with a couple of friends.
On our way to the bar we passed a Ukrainian bar, the Sly Fox, which offered even cheaper beer than the stuff at Otto’s.
Our friends were still about 20 minutes out, so we said what the hell and popped in for a round. We chatted it up with a group of people we met, who were gathering for a kind of unofficial high school reunion, finished our drinks, and met up with our people. We finished out the night with two $1 slices (how else?).
And that was our Saturday.
For next time: Central Park & jazz at the Lincoln Center Atrium
Lots of love,