Barmarche'....

Was a wonderful recommendation from my friend Abby. She has amazing innate taste, so I knew it would be fabulous. She did not disappoint. We started with Bloody Mary's that had a kick like cocktail sauce. We filled up with shrimp and avocado taquitos, sweet potato fries, and a smoked salmon sandwich. The interior was just as appetizing in cream, gray, black, glass and gold. The chandeliers were encased in plastic cubes, sarcastically at home aside ornate gold framed mirrors and antique paintings. The bar was white marble against a backdrop clear glasses reflecting off more mirrors and framed by thick molding. Our bartender Will gave us a round on the house when we told him Abby sent us over. We asked him to choose a wine for Wynne and a brew for myself. Wynne got a glass of smooth summery white wine and I ended with a "huge voluminously hopped mutha of a pale ale" according to Dave. Indeed. Thank you Abby, Will, and Barmarche'.

What is it with...

my aesthetic obsession with collections, repetitions, packaging, and foods? I don't know, but I totally dig it. Most people walk into this market thinking about food and are not met with a rush of creativity, but not this girl. As if my camera wasn't an impulse away.

1st stop....

Coffee @ News Cafe....and I couldn't resist, of course, grabbing this shot of the coolest lady in the joint. I hope I'm that cool one day. I love your trench coat and blue pashmina. What are you reading? How do you take your coffee?

1st night in Brooklyn...

Thanks for the hospitality Hilton. The friend, not the hotel chain. You, the lighting, the leather loveseat, your art wall and tv antennae, clean sink, late night hummus and blue corn chips, and my two chairs turned sleeping sleigh rocked.

New York...Doors

Thought provoking. I wonder what is behind these doors. I wonder how soft the sheets are in the guest room of this lovely home, complete with their old Mercedes in their garage. With chipping, faded paint, I wonder what the second doors are protecting. Who was the first person to put their finger on a can of spray paint to deface the third doors? How did each person come up with their tag and what does it mean? How often do the people in the fourth doors water their Hydrangeas? Is the electric bill affected by leaving the fifth door's front light on all day? Thank you for the black, white, and red though, and the 8 slightly above the 0. And finally, my favorite. What color came fist in this peeling collage of an entrance way? Did you hate the blue, then try to chip it off then give up? You obviously paid attention to detail in the three colors you painted on the rest of the facade; I bet you even used painters tape. Could you not part with the messy, finger paint wave of blue? I sure couldn't.

So it's been a little empty....

July escaped me. I cannot complain, life has been very good. I am sad that my little blog has been lonely for a while now. But I'm back for the moment.