Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Handbags and jet-lag
Mr & Mrs That's Not My Age are jet-lagged. I am writing this after an evil red-eye-cramped-leg-brain-addling flight from New York, so apologies if it's a load of old random nonsense. In order to try and stay awake today, we've been regaling ourselves with competitive tales of extreme exhaustion. The Blog Widower says the most tired he's ever felt was after a three-day, sleepless bus journey from Cairns to Sydney, Australia. By the end of the trip he was hallucinating. Floating cows and sheep drifted passed the window as the coach rolled into town. Keith Richard's record is nine days (did I tell you I've finally started reading Life?) My story of a drunken evening at Manchester University's all-night film club is not quite in the same league.
So, this is the High Line which runs through the Meatpacking District and Chelsea and is my favourite new New York thing. Forget Alexander Wang's just-opened SoHo store (though the faux fur hammock was a nice touch), give me a landscaped, old industrial railway line, any day. It's been a harsh winter on the East Coast and so the plants in the elevated park have taken a bit of a battering but I still managed to find a spot of greenery...
And this is The River that Flows Both Ways, artist, Spencer Finch spent almost 12 hours photographing the Hudson River once every minute to capture all the different colours and reflections of the water's surface.
I like this bridge with the seating area and glass panels which provide an excellent view of a classic New York street:
It feels like I've been away for ages, what have you been doing?
PS Sorry, no handbags - we spent all our money on food, drink and flights!