So … our last day in the Big Apple! That said, we really feel that we’ve done this city justice … our feet could give you a story or two, for sure. A run this morning around the many pier fingers to the Brooklyn Bridge and then the Manhattan Bridge in cool cloudy weather was…
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We are very privileged to have (a couple of) friends in high places and it didn’t take much to be persuaded to stay in the “spare downstairs apartment” of one of our friend’s quite substantial abode in Brooklyn Heights, overlooking the East River. It’s just a jump to the right (where have you heard that…
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Although we used to be members at the Metropolitan Museum on Fifth Avenue on New York’s East Side, it just wouldn’t have been right not to pay it another visit. We were lured in, too, by an exhibition on artefacts that had been excavated in Petra, in Jordan — which we’ve been to — and…
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I’m afraid I’m way behind the travel programme and in the meanwhile Hirsh has been keeping you well versed on our movements and well entertained with our food extravaganzas (3 a.m.! lordy, lordy), so I’m hoping you aren’t going to be saying, Been there, done that. Central Park has been going since 1857 when work…
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Today I’m just having fun with colour and graphic lines and shapes … lots of inspiration in the Big Apple. Anyone recognise Lucy Liu below? For those who are perplexed, this is actually a flashlight-reflecting umbrella in that Aladdin’s Cave of all things photographic, B&H Photo. A subterranean passageway to a train platform in North White Plains.  …
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So there was a striking African-style head sculpture we hadn’t quite got to see when we first visited the Highline, and we decided to wind our way back to the Hudson Yards to find it. All over again we were knocked off our feet by how much development is going on in the city. When…
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What strikes you about New Yorkers is the yadda-yadda-yadda. It’s constant. Everyone walks around with a white golf tee hanging out their ear; everyone is hustling or in the throes of clinching a deal. They bark into their phones — held horizontally like Kim Kardashian — or they talk to themselves (they have an earpiece) or…
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This is before even getting to the Whitney, wall decoration in the Meatpacking District. Our interest was piqued by an exhibition at the Whitney Museum — artists of the 1960s and 1970s who used bold, saturated, hallucinatory colour to stimulate perceptions. It was at that time that acrylic paint became newly available, with a greater…
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The prints on the underside of our feet are disappearing we’re doing so much walking in the city. But the good thing is there’s no shortage of exercise. And some quality time in the lower precincts of Manhattan always delivers a few good photo opportunities, so here, a day in the life of . ….
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There’s someone on a park bench reading a book titled Antisocial, Borderline, Narcissistic & Histrionic Workbook. In a subway car two diminutive kids, who couldn’t be more than 7 or 8, are having a serious discussion on exploding cheeks and the use of laughing gas. Then a Black American guy boards, thrusts his chin into…
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