a bit of culture

I adore NY.

Its energy. Its people. Its endless list of things to do.

Yet lately I've been enjoying doing a lot of nothing.

I like staying in. Having friends over. Watching movies (I'm a voting member of BAFTA so I have all 234 BAFTA-eligible films available to watch). 

For the past week and a half, I've been on vacation. And sure, I've seen the holiday decorations in midtown. Been to a couple of great restaurants (most notably The Supper Club, a newly opened restaurant that's a French Bakery by day).  Even ventured outside my UES neighborhood a few times (all within Manhattan though). 

But I'm feeling a bit guilty. I should be doing more outside my home. My apartment is overly organized, down to washing all my makeup brushes with some small inexpensive electric spinner I bought on Amazon a few years back). And my drawers and closets are all neatly arranged.

Jill is coming over later this afternoon to watch a movie. And while I'd prefer to do more stay-at-home-stuff today (I can always find something to do), I force myself to do something cultural.

I walk to the Jewish Museum on upper Fifth to see the Chloé exhibit. it's 55 degrees out and jackets are optional — certainly not the December-weather I like.

I'm glad I go. Some of the clothes on display from decades ago would still be fashionable today. It was an Egyptian-born Jewish women (Gaby Aghion) who started Chloé in the early 50's in Paris.

She chose the name because she liked the sound of it (she had a friend with that name), and also liked its curved, feminine letters.

Learning something new makes it worth the trip. I guess.

Though if I had stayed home, I would have completed organizing all my 2023 photos in an Apple photo book.