MoMA and midtown and stuff

saturday, kelley and i arrange to meet at MoMA. i got there early, ran to the ATM and wandered a teeny bit around 5th avenue. i passed st. patrick's cathedral. there's not a lot of opportunity to get enough distance to photograph it, so you get arty pictures.

how can you tell if it's catholic? look for the papal flag:

back at MoMA, i found kelley, we walked through the door and decided to have lunch. so we turned around, walked back out, hopped on the E train and made it down to SoHo (so, ho, how YOU doin'?) and ate at tennessee mountain. why tennessee mountain? it was a ribs place with pigs in the window. on the tables, on the menu. i like to think of it as "before and after" pictures which is funny. so places with before and after food are a-ok in my book.

after lunch i bought more yarn, and we finally made it into MoMA. they were having an exhibit on cezanne and pisarro, neither of whom i particularly care about, and we wandered around. there were a ton of friedlander photos, which i loved... my pictures were few and far between, but i got a few:

this is the dude that was wearing the royal purple newsboy hat on the move.

this hat on the man who was at least 19 feet tall made me really happy. i tried to take it surreptitiously, but security told me there were no pictures on the special exhibit floor.

did i mention yet that these pictures won't be in order? because they won't.

we saw the sleeping gypsy of which i took a picture because it's mentioned in skinny legs and all, which i'm currently reading:

i'm pretty sure that the painting was wobbling, not me.

we also saw a piece of art that had funny materials listed. the piece itself didn't do much for me, but i liked the materials:

i also saw a picasso that made me SO HAPPY:

and a klimt that just filled me with enough joy that some of it dribbled out of my ears:

and hippopotamus poison:

i don't really have a good ending to this photo essay, but i went home after we left MoMA and had a fashion meltdown. i freaked out about my clothes, making me REALLY LATE for meeting maryam and jessica. i texted them and told them i'd be late. we met up, all three of us looked supercute - ironic considering that 2 of us had fashion meltdowns that day. we went to freeman's in freeman's alley to have apertif at the bar where someone (not me!) could flirt with the bartender. we then went to sweetwater in williamsburg for dinner - SO good... mmmm...

update 8/10: so, i appeared to just stop typing and think that was a good way to end a posting. but that's the way it evidently goes with me. gotta take the good with the bad, people.