What I like about ABC Carpet is that it is a quite batty shop filled to the rafters with wonderfully overpriced glories, and crafts, and ethnic stuff. The sort of shop where you need stupid money to buy things. I was there yesterday with Frances wandering about. We came across an expensive art book called Shack Chic with pictures taken of impoverished homes in South Africa. (see below)
The colors are super and artsy, but the tattiness sad rather than chosen. The batteredness from real hardship not playing at it --as in 'shabby-chic'. Gosh.
I felt very disturbed by the prettification of need.
In another book, Mud Chic, the bed, though colorful, looks wretchedly uncomfortable. Need may be somewhat picturesque at times --I just feel bad looking at it in such expensive surroundings. That aside
Things of great importance: the mint is sprouting little roots, and the orchid hs bloomed for a second time. Horticultural Society Diary was a Christmas present so much enjoyed.
Two social events in one week? Gosh.
Take 8th Avenue bus to 42nd Street in late afternoon. No cabs around at all, so hike up to Bryant Park
where lots and lots of people are relaxing and chatting and eating and taking photos.
Arrive at Andaz Hotel much in need of a drink.
Said drink is some sort of swanky cocktail with vodka and pomegantate (I think). Wonderful anyway.
Admire all the gazillion bottles of wine which are a decorative element too.
The elegant party is for fellow blogger Francisca Matteoli's new book all about retreats in splendid parts of the world like the Maldives and Kenya, and Tuscany (where Edith Wharton went to study the gardens for a book).What fun studying Tuscan gardens must be. A lovely well researched book.
Here's Francisca answering questions about it.
I emerge on to 41st Street two cocktails later to be greeted by Patience looking a bit disapproving. Oh well!
I usually see the rebuilding downtown from the bike path along the Hudson but yesterday I was on my way to meet a friend at Poets House and took the subway to Chambers Street. This is from the walk way. A wild windy afternoon.
I felt quite dizzy looking up.
The bridge over the West Side Highway.
Jane, who I had lunch with, had been working at the WTC on September 11th. "Feels like yesterday," she said.