It turns out that New York is not a 24 hour city. For several hours on a Sunday morning everyone is asleep, having partied hard on Saturday night. We left Rob and Kath in bed (after they wandered in at around 3.30am) and decided to walk up 5th Avenue. It was freezing cold.
Things got a bit busier at Times Square and we were relieved to get into the warmth of the Museum of Modern Art. There are a lot of scribbles on walls here so we signed up for a free talk on post-impressionism. Or post-expressionism, I can’t remember, but it was useful to learn about what you were supposed to see in the paintings regardless of what was actually there. Most of it still looked rubbish.
We met a hung-over Kath and Rob at The Modern restaurant, connected to the gallery. Lunch was delicious and my pudding was donuts with their own dipping sauces. Other people stole them in a deeply unfair manner.
After lunch Kath took us around the gallery and again explained why some things were on the walls. Once we realised we were confusing German expressionism for abstract expressionism, everything became clear.
We came back via the New York Crumpler shop, where they will customise your messenger bag for an offensive price. I managed to steal a sticker and a mini match box.
Now the Oscar party is getting going and we’re watching the red carpet. Who are you wearing?
A street
Hannah, a smoothie
Times Square
The Rockerfeller Centre
MoMA
Hannah and some (important) scribbles
Splatters
MoMA from high up
Walking home at night
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