Lazy Sundays bring joy to my weekends. Snuggleriffic duvets, toasty flannel pjs, and piles of pillows make it hard to emerge from my apartment before noon. Last weekend, an early evening “nap” turned into a full night’s rest. I awoke bright-eyed and rather fuzzy mouthed at 7am on a Sunday. Ugh.
What to do? A good book, a hot bath, pulling the covers overhead and praying for oblivion? None of those options seemed right with the bright rays of sun shining on my face. Plus, I could practically hear the last of the autumn birds chirping “Winter is coming. Get out now!!” And so I did.
Hopping on my local Citibike, I soon wheeled to a stop before The Whitney Museum entrance. I’d been dying to check this place out since it reopened.
Many of my fellow New Yorkers, it seems, had the same idea. I headed upstairs to check out the “Human Interest: Portraits from The Whitney’s Collection” . I had timed my arrival perfectly and joined the 11am tour.
I always love tours for the quirky little stories that the guides share about the pieces. On the above left, we find a gorgeous portrait of the The Whitney’s founder, Gertrude Vanderbilt. Nothing about it appears scandalous to our modern eyes, but her husband refused to hang it at home because she was depicted wearing pants!! Oh, the humanity.
Post-tour, I moseyed out to the balcony to snap some shots of the Meatpacking district from on high.
Back inside, I discovered Mr. Melty Man, a larger-than-life sized man candle. The guards light him up each morning and let the flames flicker all day long. Three weeks in, his head has toppled to the ground and his shoulders disintegrate by the day. Perhaps I’ll stop by in January to see what’s left of him.
If you have time, definitely check out the Carmen Herrera: Lines of Sight exhibit. I love her geometric aesthetic! She embraces lots of leading lines and angles in her pieces – resulting in some very trippy experiences if you stare too long. Enjoy a couple of my favorites below.
Four hours in, my tummy gremlins made their displeasure known, so I exited pronto find some nibbles. My wanderings led me to my favorite West Village nook – the 11th St Cafe. I was too hungry to capture the deliciousness, so I’ll just share some pics I snapped along the way.
Well, that’s it for now! See you next week.1