as this is the last day of october and my first day officially living in the Virgin Islands, i thought i'd share a roll of film i took on my canon t50 camera throughout my peculiar version of autumn. it includes dreamy leaves, chicago skies, views of new york, and my all time favorite picasso.
a sunset against infinite skyline
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty-- Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; --Till elevators drop us from our day . . . I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene Never disclosed, but hastened to again, Foretold to other eyes on the same screen; And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced As though the sun took step of thee, yet left Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,-- Implicitly thy freedom staying thee!
to brooklyn bridge // hart crane
-local new yorkers step off the sidewalk while waiting for traffic to pass and pay no mind to crossing signals. they're sort of fearless.
-in manhattan, celebrities walk around like nobody's business. i stood in line at a starbucks on 5th ave right behind Mario Lopez (he is beautiful in person).
-subways are absolutely vital to life in a beautiful and terrifying sort of way. the beauty is in the unparalleled diversity of the people riding the trains and in the efficiency of the transportation. the terror is in the not knowing--not knowing the people all around, not knowing when certain trains will run late or go under construction, not knowing how the toothless homeless lady will react when nobody spares some change for her.
-in new york, you can get away with absolutely anything, fashion wise. most people don't look twice at the most absurd outfits because there, it's just commonplace. that lack of judgement allows for a freedom of expression that i completely adore.
-it's all about who you know. during my stay, i got to skip long lines at swanky bars, drink for free in the meatpacking district, use the restroom in stores that don't normally allow public access, and get into the museum of modern art for free--all just by knowing the right people. (thanks friends, for being awesome and having great connections!)
-new yorkers are not as mean and harsh as they're made out to be. there's a pretty rigid reputation surrounding the average new yorker's attitude, but the majority of people i encountered were exceptionally nice. sure i saw strangers yelling at each other on the subway and a fair share of road rage on the streets, but i learned that so long as there's respect, new yorkers (all humans?) are pretty damn cordial.
alone at the museum of modern art.
my last day in new york, i went to the museum of modern art by myself. both of the friends i was staying with were working, which worked out just fine. because i actually prefer to view art alone.
there's something sacred in going through galleries at your own uninterrupted pace, maintaining a concentration that only the absence of company can afford. it's the kind of concentration that knows no time because you are so wholly consumed by the present.
it was unbelievably enjoyable to stroll through the museum on my own and shamelessly tear up over pieces by the brilliant post-impressionist artists i studied so closely in London. i didn't expect to get emotional, but when i walked into the first room on the 5th floor and stared deep into the pointillism of a Seurat painting, i literally lost my breath. a small, involuntary gasp was followed by the strangest little tears. art elicits the most peculiar emotions, doesn't it? it's not a happiness or sadness of any sort, but a kind of overwhelming appreciation.
that day, i experienced an overwhelming appreciation for Monet's water lilies, Cezanne's bather, Picasso's repose, Seurat's sunday afternoon, and the calculated brush strokes of Van Gogh's starry night.
i feel like such a lucky girl, to have seen all of that infamous beauty in person.
bits + pieces of my first day in nyc.
1+2// sheep meadow + walking through central park. 3+4// we had oysters and frozen margaritas at south street seaport + the beautiful view. 5+6// intrigued by people waiting for the subway. 7// view from my friends place on the upper west side. 8// nyc, where you can be pretty and powerful. 9// a man in nyc, being pretty and powerful. 10// i want to live in place with a fire escape one day.
my weekend in chicago was extraordinary. now, exploring this ^ city for the week! (for the first time since i was a teen). i couldn't be any happier.