Now, there are a ton of things that I don’t understand about modern art. I can look at a piece hanging on the gallery wall and I usually think it pretty or interesting, but often I think to myself, “I could make that.” Is that wrong? I mean, I could just hang a keyboard on the wall and call it art? Don’t get me wrong, the majority of the pieces in the museum are truly beautiful art and as an artist myself I appreciate them, but there are seriously some things I just don’t understand. Maybe I’m naïve. Here were two of my favorite peices from the day...
My favorite part of the MoMA was the Andy Warhol video exhibit. Basically, there are videos of people looking into a camera. It sounds dull, but I felt like I could have lain on the floor of that gallery for hours and watched each video over and over to try and figure out what they were thinking. Each video made its own presence in the gallery.
|Monroe at the Andy Warhol exhibit|
|Elvis at Adny Warhol|
After the MoMA we had some time to kill before meeting up with Kayla’s cousins for dinner, so we walked to Grand Central Station to people watch. That place really is a sight for sore eyes. There is always movement and motion and never a dull moment. I tend to enjoy the occasional people watching, so this was a fun pit stop for me. It makes you wonder where people are in a hurry to get to or why they aren’t in a hurry. Where do all these people go to every day? It’s really fascinating.
|On the way to Grand Central|
|Grand Central Station|
|Dinner at Pio Pio|
The next stop was the complete opposite of the previous bar. This was filled with dudes, and most of them were assholes. Let’s just say that a San Francisco Giants fan should NOT walk into Yankee territory without a warning. I ended up having to walk away from a conversation because this guy couldn’t believe we won and blah blah blah. He was talking some mad shit. It was a complete waste of my time. After that I pretty much stuck to hanging out with the girls and laughed at all the desperate men in the room. It was pretty sad. We had fun keeping to ourselves and bugging the DJ to play songs like “Don’t Stop Believin’” and “any AC/DC song” until he gave in and played “Anyway You Want It” because “Don’t Stop Believin’” bothered him too much. Silly man…
The night was close to an end we stayed out till around closing time and headed back to the hotel for a night cap and some pizza. Our night on the town was interesting and an all around good time!