Wow. I am worn out. On top of work every day, a lot of energy has been spent trying to stay cool, as the temperature has taken a turn for the worse. It’s been in the high 90’s the last few days, and the only way that can be worse is that it’s as humid as a cabana in Cuba. You know how they say that if you put a frog in hot water, it will jump right back out, but if you put it in cold water and slowly warm it up, it will die? That’s me. The frog. Slowly being cooked. What’s worse is that there isn’t central air conditioning in my house, and the in-room AC in my bedroom is spotty, at best. The one room that actually gets cold is the living room, where I have set up camp semi-permanently. On Wednesday night, after grabbing a late dinner and drinks with a couple of new friends, I got a text from Mara saying our power was out. Needless to stay, I decided to stay at St. Georges. (St. Georges is the hotel-turned-student housing that my coworker and the friends I’ve met through her live at)
That same group of friends and I went out last night, and found a very White Front-esque bar in SoHo. We stayed out far too late, and I had one too many drinks, as today my body seemed to be rebelling when I tried to do even the most simple things. I haven’t done any heavy drinking since Pullman in April, really, so my body had to re-learn how to handle a hangover. Not fun.
Now for some non-complaining tidbits:
I had an interview for a part-time position today, with a beauty line called Malin + Goetz. It’s an all-natural easy-care line that includes products for hair, face, and body, that is around 7 years old. The founders, one of whom I met (Andrew Goetz) at my interview, have done very well for themselves clearly, as their line is carried by Bloomingdale’s and Saks Fifth Avenue. Also, they have 2 separate boutiques, one in Chelsea, the newest one on the Upper West Side, which I was encouraged to go visit. I interviewed with two executives in the company, both of whom were warm, engaging, and encouraging. I definitely got the sense that the employees feel a strong sense of family, which is refreshing after having worked in a relatively impersonal beauty store early in college. After the interview, I walked back down towards midtown, and ended up at Saks, where I wandered over to the Malin + Goetz counter. I met a couple of the sales people, both of whom were wonderful. One, Ken, even showed me around Saks and talked me through the products, and by the time I left, he told me how much he hoped I got the job. What a wonderful introduction to the company, should I get it! Fingers Crossed…
From there, I decided it was time I checked out The Met. Everyone, including Susan, the director of the New York Common Cause office, has told me how amazing it is and how I need to set aside quite a bit of time to see each section. They weren’t kidding. I was there for 2 hours, and I feel like I only saw two exhibits. Now, some people may not understand what I am about to explain. But, one particular exhibit gave me goosebumps. It’s called, Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations. And let me tell you, it is impossibly amazing. The exhibit features the two artists’ work, comparing and contrasting their different (yet in some unbelievably similar) approaches to use fashion as a statement. On giant movie screens scattered throughout the large exhibit are short movies on loop, featuring an actress portraying Schiaparelli, and Prada herself. They discuss their artistic differences and similarities, and eventually in the last clip before you leave the exhibit, they venture to guess that they would have been friends if they had known each other when Schiaparelli was alive. It was eye-opening, spine-tingling, and so inspiring to see. If the directors of the exhibit intended to leave women feeling empowered, they certainly hit their mark with me. After coming home, I did some reading about the two designers, and found myself oddly overjoyed to read that Prada achieved a lot in her life before she became a designer- including earning a PhD in Political Science.
On my way home from the Met, I was crossing Park Ave, and walked right past Hellen Mirren. That wrapped the day right up. My first time at The Met, my first New York celebrity, my first Friday night in. Tomorrow my friends and I are going to Coney Island to escape the heat, and to soak in the Mermaid Parade. Pretty much is what it sounds like….I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again- I love New York.