A morning walk, New York

New York by night. The Odeon on Thomas Street. Our first dinner. (Whaddayamean “A morning walk”? That pic is at night.) (Yep. But it was mornin’ in Singapore)

Or by day. Though this is actually “Noy Joysey”, across the river. Last November we decided to get our 3rd shot in the US since it was not in the works here yet. “Houston?” “Come on! The big Apple. We haven’t been in a while.” So we flew up to New York last November. First thing we did was to buy a “mother” of a winter coat for me. My wife was already “equipped”. Temperature was in the very, very low 30’s. ❄️

Loos of the world series. The rat pack in the men’s room at the Broome street café. L. to r. Frankie, Dean, Pete (Lawford; a Kennedy brother-in-law) and Sammy. The latter chalking his cue to shoot a point. (Please don’t leave your glass on the billiard, Sammy)

Blue is the new black. Had to be an Arts student. Washington Square. Part of the “magic” was to walk the streets again. Though a lot of people were “sans” mask…

Fire escapes in Noir et Blanc. New York is good for B&W.

Well that would be a Matisse wouldn’t it? “Woman with anemones”, c.1919. A century ago. Is that still “Modern Art”? MOMA of course. I’d been dying to go back there for a while.

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” Frost in Central Park. Redder than yellow.

Léger. 1914. MOMA. “Exit the Ballets Russes.” A timely reminder: “Russians go home”.

November on Fifth. Worth the cold.

“Fulang-Chang and I”, 1939, Frida Kahlo. MOMA. I suspect Fulang-Chang is the “chango”, Mexican slang for monkey. A private Frida joke.

On Fifth, by Rockfeller Center. Will there be a Bezos Center a century hence?

“The burglar who painted like Mondrian”, by Lawrence Block. (Or is it the other way round?) MOMA. Real title, most appropriate: “Broadway boogie-woogie.” 1942. 80 years ago. The US had already joined the war after Pearl Harbor. Nobody had any idea when or how the war would end… We never learn do we?

A Christmas Square Dance. “Meet your partner and promenade.”

Ktissis, an élégante from Byzantium, c. 500AD. The Met.

Fifth and 44. I used to have my “office” two blocks down at the NY Public Library.

An unusual Pollock. “Stenographic figure”, 1942, MOMA. After Pollock realized he couldn’t draw, he decided to throw buckets of paint on the canvass. 😬 (Joke of course. I love Pollock. Though the last step after Pollock was a white canvas. And Art died for a while.) (It’s back on the street now.)

Traveller 641 and the dancer. The latter by Degas. The Met.

The River at night… Stay tuned for another “morning” walk, New York. (Our heartfelt thanks to the City of New York for the third shot. Flawless organization. 🙏🏻)

Peace for Ukraine. 🇺🇦