July was crazy. Full of outdoor concerts and movies, hanging out at the park, Beer Island adventures at Coney Island, chilling with new people, and beers everywhere. Cheers July. Cheers.
I know this sounds really cheesy, but I can't believe that I don't watch the sun set every evening. 14th and 6th Ave. made me realize that I could just spend the rest of my life searching for the most beautiful sunsets in world.
If my laptop didn't feel like it was going to blow up or burn my hands with the keyboard, I'd blog with pictures more.
Life is a blur to me these days. Each day mingles into the next (as each one should), and I can hardly remember what happened last weekend or whatever every time a week passes. I've been working everyday for the past 6+ weeks, with only a day to the dentist and one for Memorial Day. Another break was filled with non-stop entertaining in the city. Today is the first day in this long stretch of madness that I have spent more than 3 hours semi-lucid/relaxing at home.
So in this long period of madness, I have made friendly and unfriendly with many people. Many new experiences for me. A lot of influence to who I am and who I'm becoming. Here's a list of random stuff (mainly so that I can do a little brainstorming):
My first visit to the New Museum was two weeks ago with the lovely Em Hue. Now I work there. And guess who came in and I totally did not notice. DAVID BOWIE!! I felt equally excited and embarassed when my coworker told me how nobody noticed him and how I was also oblivious to Bowie's gloriousness. I'm usually not all into that celebrity hype stuff, but now I can't help but be on the look out for glimpses and interactions with random celebrities.
Other first day sightings/interactions—Tina Oldknow, the curator of modern glass at Corning Museum of Glass (coincidences!), and one of Kanye West's party organizers who scoped out the Sky Room as a venue for Kanye's late-May birthday bash. Whoa.
The BUST Craftacular at the Warsaw (Brooklyn) today was incredibly crowded. Four rows of vendors squished together on the concert floor, while DJ's spun 90s prom music on stage.
After the invent and explosion of Etsy.com, I felt that merch was mediocre. Sure every booth had their own customized "look", complete with business cards collected and traded, but the work was just so generic. ESPECIALLY the jewelry!! Small gold vintage-looking chains and the usual charms (sparrows, skeleton keys, fawn, octopi) littered the tables of every other booth. Maybe it's because I've spent a good deal of internet time browsing Etsy that I've seen it all. I was just surprised that there was little variation in accessories. But at least the perspex pendants (although slowly being overdone) were cleanly cut, and there was ONE metalsmith jeweler. (SAVED!)
And then comes the clothing—have we all forgotten that fabrics are supposed to feel comfortable and soft to the skin? Or that reasonably priced cotton garments are supposed to last more than one wash? What's with all the hard "VINTAGE/RECYCLED" fabrics and flimsy raw-hem, worn out t-shirts? AND isn't everyone OVER the whole center chest silk-screened generic monster/cute fruit/squid/octopus/dinosaur t-shirts? It's so last last last year.
ANYWAYS—
I work at a glass studio in a very busy commercial area of Midtown. The studio is very chill, and we have a great view of the city (MSG is right outside).
So every morning, around 11 a.m., this THING happens where a thick wave of grease drifts into the studio from the street level fast food restaurants. It's this incredibly thick smell that just screams "4 CHICKEN WINGS WITH FRIED RICE, FRIED HARD!!". I think about the cooks at Fay Da Bakery greasing it up for the Chinese food buffet lunch and Wendy's fries getting soggy crisp in their nasty deep fryers. And then I get mad hungry.
I wonder how every one in the studio feels about this...
I wanted to make a slideshow, but Blair (my laptop) is a bit slow. Enjoy! Totally random order.
