Saturday in NYC
The way we spent our Saturday is what I just love about NYC. Walking, talking, exploring and bumping into people along the way. We started out at the new Gansevoort Street Market. We had checked it out on Friday night seeing vendors trying to get it together for the next day. Located half a block from the first staircase that gets you on the High Line. A really great addition to the neighborhood. Fresh greens, Sushi Dojo, Champion Coffee and others. 20 vendors. I had some sushi.
Fred went with the tacos from Tacombi taqueria. This pic is from the night before opening
After lunch we took a walk on the High Line. I totally forgot that they were having their annual soup event.
It is a wonderful community event. A few seatings. $7 for a huge bowl of soup.
We popped our head in to say hello and tasted the soup and said hi to the chef this year, Marco Canora of Hearth.
We got off at 23rd street to hit up some galleries. Our first stop was at James Danziger Gallery to see the David Benjamin Sherry exhibit. We own two pieces of Sherry’s work and wanted to see his latest show. He takes photos of nature and shoots beautiful colors through the landscape.
Next stop was Bryce Wolkowitz Gallery. Jose Parla is the work that is up now. The pieces are amazing. I loved this one piece.
The other pieces which were super cool were these large cement walls that he had built and painted on. Has this graffiti aspect to them.
A few years ago I was in the Wolkowitz gallery to see the Paula Scher show. We were talking to Bryce about that show and I told him I was still pining for that Paris map piece. He happened to have it in a limited print vs the huge painting. It took me less than 5 seconds to buy it.
We walked next door to 303 Gallery to see the Stephen Shore exhibit. The work is photos of the Ukraine and Israel conflict zones.
Our next stop was Pace to see the last day of the Fred Wilson exhibit. Big fan of him ( the artist ) and his work. This mirror is jaw dropping.
His other work in this show was around flags and identity. Taking out all color and only leaving black and white.
It was time for a pick me up. We strolled down to the High Line hotel to get a shot of coffee and a sweet. The backyard is a small oasis departure from the beat of the street.
One more stop was to check out the Vintage Poster fair at the Metropolitan Pavilion. I look for posters online sometimes but have a hard time pulling the trigger. This Campari poster grabbed us both. Made in 1926 and printed on linen. Not sure how many are left out there but at least we have one now.
We ran a few more errands picking up a house warming gift for our friend before going to see his new apartment and then out to dinner later that night. A really great Saturday.
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Gotta love this town.btw–really like the map print. Nice!
exactly. you gotta love this town.
When I moved back here from LA awhile back, the biggest thing that came along with not having a car was having to plan very little.Moving around in LA is a nightmare.Just rolling forward on a day off in NY is frictionless and spontaneous and surprising always.
Glad you purchased the print. When the screen prints came out stendhal gallery offered them. Later Paula Scher sued the gallery.
Wow
Reading this blog post reminded me of a book called “On Looking: Eleven Walks With Expert Eyes” http://www.amazon.com/On-Lo… I haven’t read the book but I think the idea is brilliant — the author takes 11 walks around Manhattan with experts on a diverse range of subjects — a geologist, a physical, a sound designer, an artist. And “What they notice” is different each time. And with you, Joanne, I know that when I take a virtual walk with you, that you will notice food that I wouldn’t have noticed or art I wouldn’t have known about, and intersperse it all with moments of that touch on the relationships of the people you are with or encounter. And then I immediately want to go out and take a walk myself. So thanks.
Campari is my favorite drink too. I liked that poster. You know there’s a gold campari too? It’s rare…we were once at a restaurant in Rio, and I asked for a Campari pre-dinner, and it was yellowish, so I wondered and asked if it was indeed Campari. They brought me the bottle and showed me.http://www.sceneboston.com/…
i had no idea. very cool!
William, have you tried Campari with grapefruit juice yet?
have not. i am into the straight stuff.
Hi Joanne, actually I was asking William. He’s in Toronto too. Maybe one day I’ll invite him to join me for a Campari, since it’s one one my favorites as well. Sorry I’m using your blog as a water cooler 🙂 I’m glad you replied. You know, I’ve never had Campari straight, I’m going to pour one right now since it’s 6:15pm. I always had it with orange juice until one day I ran out of OJ and tried it with grapefruit juice. Take care.
ha. no worries. give it a try. nice with a small shot of vodka in it too and a slice of orange.
6:25pm update: it’s good too, but I’ll keep having it with juice, personally. If I have it straight, it’ll be because it’s cognac 🙂
of course…but i like it only on the rocks or w/ crushed ice. i don’t even like lemon or anything in it. just the pure thing 🙂
I listen to you talk about food and spirits and this is a different–and interesting you William.I like it,You collect vintage posters I bet. Or should. Amazing shop down the street with thousands of huge ones, all vintage, many from France.
We have a few, purchased in France or other parts, but nothing really expensive, mostly re-productions. My favorite place to hunt them is the Marche aux puces in Paris. But our next door neighbor is a top re-seller of original (expensive) posters, from the Lautrec types to Cheret, Cappiello, etc… Really impressive collection http://www.yaneff.com/html/…
Surrounding ourselves with images that touch us is really an important part of life.Glad to hear that you are doing so as well.My issue–no wall space. Have a list of pieces, mostly photographs that I want to buy and haven’t as no where to hang them.Cool link!
Negroni’s are perfect Apéritifs.. 😉
I’m crazy about the old, oversized posters and their bold graphics. What seems like another lifetime ago, I acquired early 20th Century posters, bronzes, old Lalique and built some incredible collections for clients. Right now, my pieces are all in storage… temperature controlled I hope, and I miss them terribly. I don’t have the wall space I once did, but can’t bear the thought of selling them. Tip: Don’t buy posters in places like Aspen, Tahoe, Vegas. They’re obscenely overpriced.