When I travel, I don’t go to museums, see monuments or peek at tourist guides.
Connecting with locals is the way to live a place when you visit.
NYU was my university, so I lived in NYC in the 90s.
Would not want to permanently live here again, but OH! How I love to visit.
I am bowled over by how amazing my friends are.
I am humbled to be able to roll into the big city into such welcoming arms.
I am lucky to so joyously experience a place with such love and shared experience.
Here is some of what I’ve been up to the last 5 days…
The High Line in Chelsea is an old, abandoned railroad track that has been turned into a beautiful garden-ed walkway. Hopefully when they finish the park over Central Expwy in Dallas, it will feel something like this.
My friend David, who lives in Dallas, happened to stop in NYC for a few days on his way home from Switzerland and Sweden. Laughing with him is a bestie, Joshua, who splits his time between NYC & Dallas.
Of course, there was lots of subway riding. The kids on the right pop locking late at night is the kind of thing that makes New York so ALIVE all the time. Just one little tidbit of zillions that show the city’s 24/7 energy…
When in New York, you eat amazing food. This is asparagus mousse and mushroom risotto from french restaurant Gascogne. It was consumed alongside a lovely bottle of cold Sancerre.
One night’s activities included the opening night of the NY Asian Film fest in Lincoln Center.
And whoa, whoa, WHOA! I randomly popped into a rice pudding shop in SOHO and there stood a former co-worker who was also visiting from Dallas. Geez! (meaning awesome serendipity)
At Lincoln Center a romantic, hand-in-hand stop by the plaza fountain was a must.
From there it was a cab downtown to speakeasy The Raines Law Room.
A suited man pokes his head out, says it may be an hour (this at 1am). "Um…no thanks…"
Which causes him to disappear and then return to usher us in.
So, every freaking town has places they call speakeasies with mixologists and such.
The only two I’ve been to that do it right are this place and Violet Hour in Chicago.
Very dark. Quiet. Cozy. Only as many allowed inside that can sit in the space.
Oh and unbeatable KILLER COCKTAILS.
Parisian jazz in Red Hook, a super fun meet up with B from STFUParents and a batch of her pals.
There was so much more…
But, friends, I am weary.
My feet are blistered, my shins ache, my throat sore.
I must finish packing.
Every item of clothing I brought must be washed immediately upon return.
I’m leaving behind a bucket of sweat, friends anyone would be lucky to call such
& taking home days of happy memories.
Laughter, love and good living.
See you soon with another thrifty post.
The last of the Marfa pics.
I have wanted to trip with a big group of friends like this my whole life.
Creatives, engineers, yogis, cocktail makers, chefs, pinata smashers and all around nice people.
Experiences like these are what life’s all about for me.
More! More! More!
Some of the dudes. And a lady.
Weijia cooked us an incredible meal Friday night at El Cosmico’s outdoor kitchen.
Pulled pork. Slaw (with apples!). Mustard and ketchup vinegars. S’mores cheesecake.
Check out her food blog : DINNER WITH WEIJIA
Kevin and Lydia brought extra spicy pepper vodka they marinated for a very, very long time.
Which we used in bloody mary’s at their Saturday morning tostada feast.
And another group cooked our Saturday supper.
We ate it all up.
My contribution to the weekend was a gin / jalapeño / cucumber / lime cocktail.
Cut to an empty liter of gin (in your head, cause I don’t have a pic**).
**UPDATE! Weijia got a shot of my cocktail. With natural sun sparkles. Haha.
On Friday, I had to sit in the lodge for a bunch of the day doing work.
But! Was lucky to puppysit this tiny doll, making the work part much more tolerable.
On Saturday night, our friend Scott DJ’ed at Planet Marfa.
A really neat bar.
And across the street was the Museum of Electronic Wonders and Late Night Grilled Cheese Parlour.
Old tvs with video installations and, yes, grilled cheese!
Oh, and friends…the stars at night! are big and bright!
What a wonderful weekend!
I’ve so many fun tales and neat pics from the desert of Marfa to share.
Will roll them out this week in a few separate posts.
There were teepees, trailers, outdoor dinners, hammocks, a sky of stars, puppies & many cocktails.
First, check out Prada Marfa.
Not a real store, but a 2005 art installation with 2005 Prada merch inside*.
The structure is sealed in bullet proof glass on an empty highway about a half hour west of Marfa.
And the lack of sound - complete silence - was something I had never experienced outdoors, ever.
Save for one or two vehicles that passed, there are no humans out here.
No distant humming of machinery/generators, no traffic, not even rustling of leaves or flowing water.
This is a shot someone else took at dawn or dusk when the lights are on.
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See you again tomorrow or the next day for more Marfa!
*I was told that 3 days after the installation originally opened, it was broken into and all the merch was stolen. I guess they switched to bullet proof glass after that and one of the guys in our group said he’d read that when they restocked the installation, the purses’ bottoms were removed, to make them unappealing to thieves. There were a few bullet holes in the awning and glass when we were there and some covered up graffiti. So, I guess they maintain it somewhat regularly rather than let it get trashed “naturally” living out there all by itself. Definitely something to see!
Buffalo Exchange Long Beach.
There was a shop tag marked $110 attached.
Very soft and easy to wear.
I biked to the beach in it!
A ladybug was hanging around.
Probably wanted to join in on the red accenting.
I’m lucky to have the getaway to Long Beach available to me.
Belmont Shore is so beautiful. peaceful. quiet. mellow.
My brother lives there.
He still has the bad ass couch I passed on when I left Cali 5 years ago.
Every time I visit and sit/sleep on this marvelous couch, my brain calculates if it would be possible to get the couch back in my possession.
It’s deep. long. grey. seemingly unstainable.
And made by a local L.A. builder.
I bought it ten years ago at a local design boutique on 3rd Street (I think).
Couches are too much of a pain to move from place to place, sadly.
I’m glad this one is still in the family, at least.