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Saturday, February 03, 2007

 

A few things I did while I was away...



Radical Lace and Subversive Knitting at the Museum of Arts and Design. Trust a nerd like me to hit up, not the MOMA or the Met, but the knitting show. This was followed by a yarn shopping spree at Downtown Yarns where I bought some lovely angora/merino stripey naturally hand-dyed yarn from Vermonter Jamie Harmon. Also, yet more sock yarn (Trekking XXL) for my ongoing sock-making fetish. Soon, every pair in my drawer will be hand-made.



Richard Hell at St. Mark's Church. He has a particular voice thing, like he's just drank a glass of whole milk before reading. It's incredibly endearing, as is he. Eileen Myles was also great, made me homesick for days of Montreal and the post-workshop drinks with professors as equally ruffled and whip-smart.



Ah, Grey Gardens. Easily one of my favourite films, now a Broadway musical. When I'd heard years ago about the making of Sunset Boulevard The Musical, I was offended. Get your stinking paws off the dead monkey upstairs, I thought. In the case of Grey Gardens, I just had to see it. I just had to see how anyone could take a documentary and make it into a musical. It was genius, from the writing to the score to the acting to the set design. The wardrobes were bang-on perfect. The colour of paint used to mimic the aged wooden shingles was bang-on perfect. And the actors...well, even their voices were so there you could close your eyes and believe you were hearing the real thing.



The vegan french toast at Kate's Joint. I could see flying back just for this. And for the hamentaschen at Moishe's. And for the Dean & Deluca shrimp rolls. And for the chai lattes at Mud. And the free booze at any Chelsea gallery on a Saturday night. And...


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