I got out and did some Single-Girl in NYC behavior. After reading too many blogs and staying in doors far too long. I lazily left the gorgeous apartment. The sun was shining and i was looking for a place to purchase new headphones. (I have the worst luck with those things. By my last count three headphones have magically gone to headphone heaven in the last two months.) With my purchase in tow i headed towards the Frick, in the wrong direction.
When i finally reached the place of destination, i was seduced by all the orange curtains hanging in Central Park otherwise known as The Gates. Although i think the whole installation is overrated (see Daily Show for appropriate analysis) i did feel the Gates gave people an extra sense of excitement and wonderment. Something was going on, they were part of it. Which explains that every time i observed a person walking by s/he were holding some sort of camera, because our society (me as well) cannot enjoy anything anymore without recording it for posterity (pictures will be up tomorrow).I found myself strolling slowly around the park sitting down to allow the sun to shine on my face. The highlight was the saxophonist playing light jazz. I even turned off my Nomad Jukebox to enjoy some real live music. I enjoyed it so much that i decided to record my phone greeting with the jazz in the background. So now if you call my phone you'll get the beautiful music/noise of Central Park. What i found ridiculously tacky were the people who dressed in orange. Um, it's not cool that you're blending with the scenery.Then it was off to the Frick Collection. It's small and intimate how a museum should be. My favorite room included the four studies by Whistler. Specifically Symphony in Flesh Colour and Pink: Portrait of Mrs. Frances Leyland i found it very touching and the balance of the woman's profile with the flowers exquisite. The other portrait that struck me was the portrait of Valerie, Lady Meux. I found her look hurt, defiant, and passionate. There were others worth noting (Rembrandt, Ver Meer, Corot) but i won't bore you.