The High Line in Manhattan.
Renita double-dutching, with her sister, Alison, and Mr. Appalachia manning the ropes, over at Prospect Park the other weekend. An intimidating pastime.
When Val and Verena came into town for an afternoon, Val demonstrated how to sneak dogs (in this case, Udon) into galleries, in the Red Hook, Brooklyn area.
Assorted thawing and rotting meat and cheese, in Brooklyn. Oddly, the same afternoon I found this box filled with homemade “ground venison with pork” and stuff, Pam, texted me a picture of some slabs of meat that were scattered on the sidewalk in front of her apartment over in Chicago (because it made her think of me). One of those meaty kind of days in summer, not vegan-friendly.
Sarah Sze’s impressive and high-profile birdhouse installation in the newly-opened phase II of the High Line in Manhattan. Certainly in a different league of sculpture, compared to the bird habitats my friends and I have been building along the Gowanus over the past few years – this High Line piece’s strongly skewed perspective lines and combination of modern/minimal nooks and feeders is drawing a lot of attention, from both passersby and birds themselves. This guy was kind enough to pose for my Yashica T4.
“GET HIM ON THE LINE.”
Mike’s Linus bicycle, in patriotic mode, in Prospect Park. It’s not summer in New York without bicycles and park time. Speaking of Mike, he’s premiering in a film tonight (Sat, July 16) being screened at the Anthology Film Archives in the East Village, at 10PM, called The Warm War. Definitely check him out if you’re around.
• Quick thanks to Big Joseph for dropping off some film for me over in Greenpoint, I appreciate it!
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