Sojourn in the Upper East Side

John (the Scotsman) has been a savior from the anxious life in Brooklyn. With our apartment now full of other people, privacy and sanity have been compromised. Thus, why John was kind enough to leave me the keys to his apartment while he was on business in Spain. What this means is once again acquiring the time and space to be me. I can breathe. I can speak liberally, with a lack of censorship. It also doesn't hurt to have switched from our comfy couch to an even comfier queen-sized bed. I've been dreaming since I've been sleeping in a bed. A lot of the time about you. :)


This is a dream. Total isolation. Clean home (with help from Borjena, John's housekeeper aka Boom-bah).
All inspiration for my bourgeois ambitions.


With temporary residence in the Upper East Side, life has been more pleasant. Being close to the metro-north and to work are other pluses. His apartment is also in proximity of the Museum Mile. Though yesterday was in bulk about running errands in Brooklyn, I did manage to find the time to stop in to the Met:


But the ones that excited me the most were the new galleries, a photo-collage exhibit, a modern photography gallery and more importantly the gallery exhibiting a collection of the French art deco movement of the late 1910's well into the 20's.


There was a diverse set of mediums utilized, most notably a multimedia (gold sheets, silver plates, gesso and paint) mural constructed for a luxury liner's grand hall. Sculpture, drawings, jewelry, paintings... you name it it was probably deco'ed out, lol.

It's been snowing a lot. I think of you every time it does.