Rare Books at Yale British Art Collection

We had a super day traveling up to Yale in New Haven to present our work to the lovely Curator of Rare Books and Prints at the British Art Collection. We saw and handled some absolute treasures and came away brim full of inspiration. We also rehoused some of our work in the collection, after Elisabeth purchased generously from us.

New York Day of Book Arts

A thrilling Thursday for me spent in the fine company of Gavin at Paper Dragon Books observing the mastery that goes on in their Brooklyn bindery then a rainy scoot across to Manhattan to visit the wondrous Centre for Book Arts. The lift doors open and it's book making H e a v e n.

Deca-dance

A super mid-afternoon cream tea with a china teapot and fluffy scones and a hypnotic tap dance at Broadway Dance School. Not a bad Tuesday.

The BBC keeps me company

A day away from the Manhattan rhythm today. Instead I stayed homebound, slippers on, with the radio for company. I hadn't anticipated quite how much I'd miss BBC radio. This was a cracker of a documentary.

They Write the Songs - this week it's George Gershwin

Oh and I did some hooping too.

Tango on the West Pier

My highlight to date in Manhattan.

Brooklyn Bridge

just like I pictured it...

Midnight in Paris showing Midnight in Manhattan

What a treat. It felt like receiving a really warm hug.

The New Museum in Bowery

The wonderful Fanellis cafe complete with sausage dog

The crazy cab ride to Central Park avoiding the Fiesta

The disappointment at the loss of Barnes & Nobel on Broadway and the Manhattan Diner

The flea market consolation

Animal Crackers

Sunday in Manhattan began with a un-photogenic proud cockerel approach in a community garden in the Lower East side, then on past the poor prancing ponies in Central Park to where we cooed at Chi puppies frolicking on the lawn costing more than $1, and ended with a cat curled pressed against the window of a deli on Nassau. I miss the company of animals it's fair to say.

The Vincent Minelli Season at BAM

A Friday night with Madame Bovary and a box of popcorn.

Gimme Shelter 1970

Very much enjoying a little bit more of the Maysles documentaries.

The Swimmer

When it's cold outside put Burt in his swimsuit on inside. Beautifully shot and particularly refreshing.

Apple

Steve Jobs kept my love connected.

Occupation

5 napkin sandwich

I have to throw it out to sea.

I can't hold it in my cold hands

and watch its fight for survival.

I can't save it from its fate

and nurture the need.

I have to walk the pier.

Smell

The F line to Manhattan is syrup and chicken wings

Mary D is the 5 night stay in Brooklyn

The 8 seed bread is sweet and garlic

The smell of the wind is the smell of his hair, the nape of his neck, his earlobes and my missing.

It's easier to jump when you're holding someone's hand.

Unisex restrooms shared with NY's coolest cats, a broken umbrella is the only place to look.

Book fair eye bleed, cabinets of spectacle wearing literary graphic skinny spines.

A stroll across the wind bridge to rain accidental nuit blanche.

Salmonnsteaklobster light and a blanket bound date with the sheets.

bigger apples

Roller Derby girls have strong legs for rum drinking.

Dancing in Brooklyn is the same as at home.

Brownstone meandering and park loss empties the heart.

The kindness of subway men in the rain puts an ounce back in.