Wednesday,
January 2, 2002
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for sale on ebay
in danger of disappearing?
"I make my work out of my everyday
experiences,
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ambling in New York I wake up and I'm shocked that it's almost eight, New York time. It seems quiet. I don't think my ears have popped just yet. I get up and shower and dress and SuRu is right behind me. We don't rush things and a little after nine we are drifting a little north and east towards the Queensborough Bridge. Our goal is the Terence Conran design store, but other pleasures intervene. We have a coffee in the atrium of 590 Madison (nee IBM Building) among bamboo stands and in the shadow of a giant typewriter eraser that is surely a Claes Oldenburg.
We stop in an interesting store with goods for people with disabilities that is in the Lighthouse building and then continue through what must be the lighting district. (Actually later a friend will tell me it's sort of a satellite lighting district...the real one is elsewhere.) Store after store has new and antique lighting plus a few interesting antique mirrors. We just window shop. Then we go in a little shop with a French flair so that SuRu can, literally, buy that doggie in the window. A small black poodle Christmas ornmaent. We are, in fact, too early to get into the Terence Conran store because it opens at 11. But it's only ten minutes or so. We go through a gourmet food market next door, admiring the food. It's a nice market.
We explore Conran's when it opens, buy a gift for a friend and decide that we would shop here if we were New Yorkers. I call the Russian Tea Room and confirm my reservation twenty-four hours ahead as required and we head back to the hotel, doing some window shopping. We check on our other friend's flight from Rochester and it's actually early. We take a break and then I go down and wait to meet her in the lobby. It's fun to see her again. It's been over two years. . We take a late lunch in the first little sandwich place we can find that has tables. SuRu and I have some nice sandwiches and Mags has a cup of tea. We go to Rockefeller Center and take the obligatory pix of each other with the background of the ice rink. We do a little shopping in the Met Museum store nearby. Then we go to St. Patrick's to look inside, light candles (in spite of my almost total lack of belief in organized religion, I adore the candle lighting thing).
We dine at Bistro 60 (on 60th Street, how convenient). It's an authentic little bistro and it doesn't seem to have an overwhelming amount of business. I have steak tartare and fries after an interesting salad. It really fills me up.
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