There is a public art exhibit in midtown titled, A Fancy Animal Carnival. With that name alone, it’s no surprise, I’m super into it.
There are 11 sculptures featured in “A Fancy Animal Carnival” and I’m dying to describe them as the love children of Where the Wild Things Are and rainbow sprinkles.
That’s not exactly what Taiwanese artist Hung Yin was going for. Each sculpture is inspired by a traditional good luck symbol from Taiwan. Thus braving the Midtown crowds to see this outdoor exhibit undoubtedly brings a person good fortune. Read More
Juries out. Turns out this syntax is maddeningly unclear.
As if there aren’t enough gray areas in dating! As if labels with a romantic interest aren’t difficult enough already! Recently I realized I don’t even know how to talk about potential fellas to my friends!
“Dating” VS “Seeing”
I’ve been on a handful of dates with a person. Things are going well, but it’s still new, still casual. It’s reached the point where I’ll mention him to my friends, the dude’s got potential. But suddenly I feel lost on the girls’ brunch staple: What’s up with your love life? Am I seeing this guy or dating him? Read More
They say before you judge someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. It’s one of my favorite cliché sayings. Thus, as of this morning, I am thrilled to announce I am now officially allowed to freely and fully judge 2 of my most detested New York clichés!
People who love rainbow sprinkles.Who think 50 cents extra is a small price to pay think for the earthly form of happy unicorn tears. Yes, we think sprinkles are unicorn tears, don’t burst our bubble! Rainbow sprinkles instantly make us smile.
Then there are those who think rainbow sprinkles are stupid, an utter waste of money, and they don’t even taste good!
Let’s be honest, I’m still that kid whose temper tantrum, explosion of tears, could be dissipated by the arrival of ice cream. Like a rainbow poking throw the clouds on a stormy day, tiny pieces of multi-colored, crappy sugar brighten my day. Read More
Public art appears fairly frequently on the streets of New York. Iconic, politically charged public art that has everyone talking about it immediately? Not so much.
In the wee hours of International Women’s Day Eve, a little girl appeared in NYC’s Financial District.
That is very much not my picture. It’s Brendan McDermid’s (nice one Brendan). I can only imagine this photo was taken at 6:30AM, that brief time after sunrise and before the work rush. The fact that there are not mobs of tourists in this photo blows my mind. There are always swarms of tourists waiting to get their picture with the New York iconic Charging Bull.
He captures everything about the ruthless nature of Wall Street, from the bull shit to the requisite big balls. Oh yeah, people line up to be photographed fondling his balls- it’s every cliché finance bro’s dream! Read More
I’m that New York cliché who fell in love with theatre as a little kid. Who vividly remembers the magic of sitting in the American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco, watching a play for the very first time at age eight. It was love at first scene.
You know the dork who said her favorite cd was Les Miserables when the cool answer in sixth grade was Spice World? Yep, That was me!
I listened to RENT so many times, I bet you $525,600 I still know every single word.
Were you also that kid?
Are you that adult who has a giant box of hundreds of Playbills in your tiny apartment that you can’t dream of throwing away?