I rather liked this photo I took from the bus the other day until Robert said, "It looks like a Hallmark card and should say Sorry for your Loss", and Deniz said, "Isn't that where they dump the bodies in The Sopranos?"
The Chelsea Hotel is a mixture of the exotic and the dumpy. So much has been written about it that I won't bother here. When my brother and his wife stayed here they were shooting an exotic lingerie catalog on the stairs.
When my friend Mary stayed there, a closet door fell on her head. The lobby has a gloriously ornate fireplace...
...and a mantlepiece covered with interesting artifacts.
In fact the the whole lobby is awash with paintings and sculptures and people taking photos of them.
While I am having a perfectly dull life here in New York, (see above), my dear friend Maryam has just returned from Afghanistan to Morocco . Her blog My Marrakech is full of exotic and amazing photos. Her recent posts from Kabul and Herat were very moving indeed. Definitely worth seeing.
Gratuitous movie review.
The Young Victoria was a delight. Emily Blunt looked uncannily like the late Princess Margaret. No explosions or car chases or apocalypses. One gunshot. Excellent characterization.
The Typepad homepage says post what interests you. What interests me is probably beyond dull to most people. Herewith a yellow cloth hanging from under the High Line. Does it signify anything? It is eye candy of a sort -- like William Carlos Williams' enigmatic red wheelbarrow.
For an interesting post about what makes a good blog, visit Sarah Laurence.
Such an avalanche of yellow lately and patterns that repeat themselves.
This is an example of something that doesn't interest me in the least -- except to look at. They are doing complicated things to the traffic lights with cables and wires. I have absolutely zero interest in knowing how these work-- but how awful it would be if they didn't work and all these systems fell apart. (See Haiti) So I look at all this and feel guilty. Bee had an excellent recent post about being a Luddite and slow to learn tecchie stuff. Anyway...
This man was washing the windows of Dallas Barbecue. I'm sure he didn't have the least idea that his sweater echoes the color of the chairs inside.