Saturday, February 21, 2009

New York, I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down

Literally.  As in, the other day, on my hurried way to catch the B train, I lost my footing on the slippery subway steps, and face-planted at the bottom.  Various objects from person scattered across the moldy tiles as I lay unconscious with my face in a puddle of rat water.  Well, I wasn't unconscious, but it took me a moment or two to regain my state of mind and realize that a small crowd had gathered around the scene of my accident.  Luckily, a friendly passerby helped me up and assisted me in collecting the random assortment of small electronics, including my cell phone and iPod, which had ricocheted in all directions.  Needless to say, I've found new meaning to LCD Soundsystem's song "New York, I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down".  I take the lyrics very literally nowadays, and I'm still nursing my heinous bruises.
Aside from contemplating full-body casts, life is progressing quite well.  I am quite obsessed with my Contemporary Art professor Agnes Berecz.  Her lectures are divine, and I hang on her every word as though each one should be immortalized in some type of everlasting scroll (which is difficult at times because she has a particularly pronounced eastern European accent that makes it hard to understand what she is saying).  I'm going to be so smart after this semester.
In other news, New York Fashion Week just ended and one thing is for certain:  shoulder pads.  Pointy, puffy, oddly shaped, you name it, they're happening.  I find this quite frightening and refuse to partake in this unflattering, mannish style unless it becomes completely necessary (like if I had an interview at Marc Jacobs or something).  Have we not learned anything from the '80s?  Like never to revisit any styles from the entire decade?  Apparently not.  In light of the recession, Fashion Week was much more toned-down.  Fret not; we savvy girls still know how to dress like a million bucks even if we're surviving on Ramen noodles, student discounts, and week-old coffee from the grad lounge.  Here, read about fierce recession style a la New York Fashion Week:    http://www.slate.com/id/2211254/
Also on my agenda is the fast-approaching Armory Show, pretty much one of the most important art events of the year.  From March 5-8, I'll be leading VIP tours through the most amazing (and expensive) private art collections in the city, persuading hedgefunders and B-list celebrities that now is actually a great time to buy art!  $250,000?  What a steal!  Word on the street is that Angelina Jolie has a penchant for Banksy so stay tuned.  Go to www.thearmoryshow.com to read more about the event.
Other than that, I'm beginning a weekend babysitting job for one of my professor's 2-year-old twins, Maya and Ari.  It should be a nice way to relax and unwind after a long week.  NOT AT ALL.  Although I do imagine the terrible two-year-olds will make for interesting conversation pieces.  Their reputations proceed them.
I suppose that is all for now.  Midterms are looming ahead (already?!) but so is my birthday :)  Fret not; spring is on the horizon.