There was this exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art.
I had to wait in line, in order to go through the maze.
It was all white, with long flowing fabrics, lights, & bizarre sounds coming from speakers.
It didn't make sense to me.
|Would it appear, that I like pastries?|
|I was at the top of the stairs, |
in the museum.
This is what I saw,
when I looked down.
While at the subway, I saw this girl. I asked her if she was a model. She is. She spoke with an accent. She's from the U.K. Her favorite place is Milan. That's where her modeling base is. She told me about how she had worked the night before, for Lord & Taylor, at Fashion's Night Out. Then she had to be up early, to walk for Project Runway, that morning. She didn't know anything about the show. She said the designers had to sign a confidentiality contract, so they couldn't tell her. I explained the concept to her.
Now I know who one of the three finalists is, but I'm not telling. ;)
|She was headed back to the apartment, in Brooklyn. Then she was going to walk for another designer on her list, that none of us had heard before, her included. She said that sometimes it was difficult to walk in such high, & uncomfortably painful shoes, while pretending, that it didn't hurt. She would take them off as soon as possible, but those are the things backstage, that no one sees, nor talks about. Her name started with a C or K. I'm rather sorry I don't remember it now. She was very nice.|
Painting at the MOMA.
This was in a shop, at Grand Central Station.
|View from the boat, |
on our way to the Statue of Liberty.
|View of the backyard, |
at the NYC apartment.