Sunday morning and then home

Few things can compare with a slow Sunday morning in New York. Coffee tastes better, the newspaper is more interesting, the Debussy playing in the background sounds better. Maybe I'm a sap for cliches or maybe I really am a snob.

In a couple of hours the driver's going to take me back across the bridge where the glorious bedlam of LaGuardia awaits and in a few hours I'll be home. Back to life back to ringing phones back to having too much to do. It'll take a couple of days, but I'll get into the swing of things again. I'll choose the life I lead over the life I imagine for myself on this island nation unto itself, this real-life emerald city.

Every time I come up here it's better than the last time and I always think of the last one as the best I've ever had. I can't think of anything else or anywhere else that can so consistently surpass my lofty expectations. If it's possible to be in love with a place I am. So thanks New York, and thanks Brizo and thanks to everybody had had the pleasure to meet this time around. I can't imagine how anything's going to top this weekend, so I'm going to stop wondering and let it happen when it happens.

Dateline New York

Every time I come to New York I tell myself that I am going to take it slow and not have every second accounted for. Without fail, that never happens.

I met up with my friend Tom early this morning for breakfast and then a visit to the Morgan Library. The Morgan Library was the private library of financier H. P. Morgan and it's now a museum.

On display now are the Hours of Catherine of Cleves in an exhibit called Demons and Devotions. Catherine's Hours was her personal prayer book and it was finished in 1440 or so. It survives as one of the greatest examples of an illuminated manuscript ever created.

The artist is known only as The Master and to see these pages up close and personal is to touch those times. The colors are shockingly bright and the scenes from every day life that surround Catherine's prayers allow on e a glimpse into the personal, everyday life of a noblewoman in pre-Ranaissance northern Europe.

From an art history context, you can see the beginnings of a return to perspective in western art and to modern eyes, it's easy to see how the Master fell short of showing true perspective. To modern eyes too, it's amazing to see a move in the direction that would reach full flower a hundred years later in Florence. It's amazing stuff.

Next up is a run over to the Cell Theater in Chelsea to see my great friend Janine in an Italian Play, Tosca e le altre due (Tosca and the two downstairs).

I love this town. Really. Where else in the US can you spend the morning poking through six hundred year old manuscripts and then spend the afternoon at a matinee performance of a contemporary Italian play?

I'm flying home to St. Pete tomorrow afternoon and once there I'll spend some time reviewing some of the design-related things I've seen and learned over the last few days. The bloggery conclave was by all counts an incredible success and it has been a pleasure I never thought would happen. I got the chance to meet in person a group of people I've been corresponding with for what seems like ages. Such times are these that I could befriend a group of people I've never met. Curiouser still is the experience of already knowing someone I'm meeting for the first time. Social media is an amazement and I have the great people at Brizo to thank.

Betweeen shifts at Fashion Week

I'm back from the big runway show and I can't thank Brizo enough for getting me to another one of these storied events. This is two Fashion Weeks in six months now. If I keep this up I won't able to say that I don't know anything a fashion anymore.

I'm getting ready to head out to the after show party and to extend my VIP fantasy for just a few more hours. This has been the most enjoyable conference I've ever attended and kudos to Brizo for assembling a room full of design bloggers I've always wanted to meet.

I made it

In case you hadn't heard, it snowed in New York yesterday.

In case you were wondering, the best day to fly to New York is the day after a blizzard. I cannot remember an easier, hassle-free trip in my life. Seriously, the airports were deserted and everything went off without a hitch.

So now it's off to dinner with my hosts from Brizo and MS&L Worldwide. Boy is it nice to be back in New York.

Travel day!

I'm leaving for New York here shortly. I'll be posting but off my usual schedule while I'm on the road. In the meantime, here's a great video that explains in a round about way why kitchen designers, faucet designers and for that matter appliance designers and flooring designers go to runway shows at Fashion Week.