Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day

The last time I photographed Soldier Man was during the winter. It was late at night, a storm was blowing through Gotham, and he was covered with snow. Today he was covered with flowers, standing tall on a Civil War memorial that lies just inside Central Park, near the 69th Street entrance off Central Park West. I snapped away, thinking of my father, a veteran of the Korean War. Big guy, big sigh. He would never talk about his experience, except to say - in a sardonic tone of voice - that he never, ever, wanted to have scrambled eggs again.  










Perfect for Peonies

Gotham seemed deserted last evening when I went out for a few errands and brought back a bunch of peonies. Everyone who could get out of town for the Memorial Day weekend, did just that? After coming home, I put the flowers in a glass-blown green vase that my father gave me years ago. It's neck being rather narrow, only a few long stems can fit. Perfect for peonies. 





Friday, May 24, 2013

Behind the Candelabra

No, I am not watching HBO's special "Behind the Candelabra" for the simple reason that I don't watch TV. Ok, so I stream the news and watch a little Netflix, but that's about it. So what am I doing snapping photos of Liberace's stuff? Well, it happened to be on view at the Time Warner Building here in Gotham, and this boy knows a good show when he sees one, specifically, a well-made costume, and the Big L had quite a few of them. 

It would have taken a dozen ladies a couple of weeks to sew on the glam on the suits below. Are those real pearls hanging on the white one? Probably. God knows the man could afford it. I didn't like Big L when I was a kid. Not my style at all. But I know great production values when I see them. My favorite? The bell bottom piano number. 






















Photos take with dinky iPhone, CamerBag App & Magazine Setting. 

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Garden of Circus Delights

In a hallway underneath Penn Station/Madison Square Garden at 34th Street lies a most remarkable mural. Commissioned by the Metropolitan Transit Authority, "The Garden of Circus Delights" is the creation of Eric Fischl in homage of the circus that is in residence above at the Garden every year. Completed in 2001, I cannot recall being aware it, that is, until this past week when I took a particular exist leading onto 8th Avenue. There I stood, stopped in my tracks for a good 20 minutes, staring at the glistening tiles on the wall, subway trains above rumbling. It's a beautiful, vibrant work, not unlike the City that lies above, which pulses with energy and motion. Find it when you come to Gotham. It's a wonder waiting to be experienced. 





















Photos taken with dinky iPhone, CameraBag App & Magazine Setting. 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Mysterious on West 68th

I took a shot of a mysterious house on West 68th a few days ago, remembering an article that I had read, which you can find here. It seems the original owner had the house moved ten blocks and two avenues uptown during the late 19th century, where it faced Central Park across a lawn. It cost him 50 grand, a fortune at the time. Eventually, however, the lawn that faced the Park was sold, and a Christian Science church built. Imagine having your own lawn bordering the Central Park. It must have been something. The house is now part of the Upper West Side Historic District. Find more about the building here



Friday, May 17, 2013

portrait of a chair


Perhaps the oldest of three arrow back chairs brought back from Bucks County this past week, this particular one was kept in my father's workshop in the basement, sitting a few feet away from his massive wooden work bench, which he made. One of its mates came from mother's family farm near Pittsburgh. Its seat split and broken when found, my father restored it with a cleat that contains his signature. The seats on all three are rather low, which is an indication of how tall people were more than a century ago. While not dining chairs, they will do in a pinch with cushions. I admire their beautiful patina which my father loved so much, the velvety finish along the back revealing its mysteries under the hand.


arrow back maple chair c. 1820 

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Stopping in Lambertville

I rented a Zipcar yesterday for the second time in two weeks, driving from Gotham to Bucks Country, Pennsylvania to see my family. Last week it was an SUV-ish Audi with a lot of room, while this week it was a sporty Mercedes with a sunroof. The reason for the trips? My mother down-sizing, selling her house, and dispersing the contents of the same, so I needed wheels to bring some things back. Last week it was a beautiful antique carpet (see here), while this week it was three antique arrow back chairs, one from my mother's family farm near Pittsburgh (a subsequent post). 

On the way to Pennsylvania, I stopped in Lambertville, New Jersey, zipping down the hill into town and parking next to a gallery/shop that made me smile with its marriage equality signage. Meter parking had me going into a nearby shop, ordering a tasty cappuccino (so good), and plunking the change into said meter. Safe for a good 30 minutes, I took a jaunt around town, catching the canal in my dinky iPhone, various antique shops, the canal, bridge and river, and the former railway station which is now a tony restaurant. 

In one antique shop, I spied a young gentleman ($2400) looking at Jesus and Mary across the room.




























Photos taken with dinky iPhone, CameraBag App & Magazine Setting.