We cut through Central Park and came across a bunch of schoolgirls looking as if they stepped out of the pages of “Madeline.” They were wearing sailor hats and floating handmade boats in the lagoon.
New York’s High Line Park gives new meaning to ‘a walk in the park.’
They get exactly the same treatment as men, right? Petreaus declines to comment, so comment for him.
We asked two people at the Frick to recommend a place for lunch. We walked down the street to the Asia Society. Here’s a photo.
African chef Marcus Samuelsson, raised by Swedish parents, has opened a restaurant in Harlem called Red Rooster. The cooking is haute Southern cuisine and his mother’s meatballs are on the menu: Helga’s Meatballs. You can have lunch before your flight. It’s a modest taxi ride to La Guardia’s Marine Terminal.
I called an artist friend of mine from the Metropolitan Museum in New York after going through the Punk to Couture exhibit… . I said, “I am in an art daze. I am in a state of ecstasy. Drop everything, get a flight to New York, and see this show.” And this was before I saw Impressionism and Fashion. After seeing the second exhibit I would have been even more emphatic. He sounded a bit annoyed. He had a lot of work to finish before he went to France. Wow! I sound like I move in a fast crowd.
I am lucky enough to have a friend who has a sister who has an apartment in New York on 79th and Amsterdam. We stayed there. Sharon found a fare for us on Delta, almost as unbelievable as the exhibit: $150 round trip and we landed at the Marine Air Terminal, the Shangri-La of terminals with art deco murals and typography and a bust of Mayor La Guardia.
The only two who dressed appropriately for the punk to couture exhibit at the Met in NYC. Father and daughter.