Street art on the Upper East Side is a rare sighting. I love this mural by Nick Walker, Penny Farthing Vandal. See it for yourself at 81st and 3rd.
Last weekend we trekked further uptown to Harlem to see Colette Miller’s beautiful Angel Wings mural, part of the Global Angel Wings Project. A reminder to humanity that, in the words of the artist, “we can be the Angels of this world”
If you’re in NYC go see the mural yourself at 111th and Park!
Currently missing my morning view in Morocco and planning a trip to a much warmer and sunnier place.
How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are: Love, Style, and Bad Habits is the first book I’ve started reading in 2015, and it’s a cute, light-hearted and witty take on the mysterious and stylish French women. I’m pleasantly surprised to learn that my current self has more in common with the French than I ever thought; though my younger self—definitely not.
When its 100 degrees in New York, it’s 72 in Los Angeles. When its 30 degrees in New York, in Los Angeles it’s still 72. However, there are 6 million interesting people in New York, and only 72 in Los Angeles.
― Neil Simon, playwright
On my morning walk with Jasper this morning, I noticed that virtually no other people were crazy enough to be outdoors, except other dog owners. It’s rare for the streets to feel this empty on a Sunday morning.
I saw dazzling light installations at the ZERO: Countdown to Tomorrow, 1950s–60s exhibit at the Guggenheim. I find light installations incredibly interesting, and have been dying to see this exhibit since it first opened. The Guggenheim has a strict no camera policy (that they enforce) so unfortunately I have no images to share.
The Bubble Man was in Central Park again today.
Truth be told, I’ve never been up to the top of the Empire State Building. I definitely want to visit very soon. It’s open 7 days a week until 2am—I think a night visit would be an incredible experience.