About a month ago I went to New York City to meet up with some friends who were visiting from Northern Ireland. I have complicated feelings about NYC. Sometimes it feels so overwhelming and full of all the things I dislike about human nature. Paradoxically, and perhaps necessarily, it is also full of all the things I love about people. As a lover of art though I can never stay away for too long before something calls me back.
Here are some pictures from my weekend:
A large portion of the first day was spent in Central Park catching up with friends. I mean hours. The day was cold, but the sky was clear in the morning so the park was quite populated. There is something so nice about being in a place surrounded by strangers who don’t know each but who are each sharing the simple joy of being out in nature on one of the first warm days of the year. We talked long enough for the bright morning to turn into a misty late afternoon.
Day two was spent almost entirely in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I don’t know if I could live in New York, but I think I could live in the Met.
As the last photograph shows, I am not above a shameless mirror selfie even if that mirror is couched in a French Rococo drawing room.