The Bridge. That one. The beautiful. The same that the girls of Sex and the City crossed hand in hand. At the moment I’m working on a painting in which the Brklyn Bridz’ keeps its shape yet borrows its coloring from San Francisco. It’s amusing to see my clients’ reactions as they venture out post class and stop to ask “which bridge in the US is this now’. A little chic and shock of shuffling concepts.
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Here I present you my chic buddy for the day – niece Lisa. It is amazing what hanging out with a young chick can do. Forever 21 we sure were! I love the ‘I’ll figure things out as I go” vibe. Interestingly, I was more a “cheap and sexy” looks kind of a store magnet, Lisa an “American made apparel”, a wise and eco-conscious shopper.
Staten Island view over the Apple. Go Staten or go home! I definitely recommend hopping on the free ferry. No waits, you get to see the Stat’ of Lib up close, and the service runs smoothly.
New York is like Paris – you cannot but love it in all seasons. It’s a question of affection for the place. Since mine is unconditional for both of the above, the ride is biased, and oh so sweet. What is it that makes my heart bounce? The energy. The enthusiasm to make it there. And then make it anywhere. You don’t need to live in Glam Town – just get regular shots to treat your newyorkivitis.
Oh social media when you’ve got us hooked! I find this pic hilarious. But yeah, we do also talk to each other face to face.
What is the Brooklyn bliss then? It’s been “thah place to be” for a while now. I adore Brooklyn’s immigrant history. I’m an immigrant – times three (USA, France and Canada). In my times, we fly them planes. So I have high respect for the bygone ship eras. The courage that was needed to leave it – all – behind, and never return. Bravery and determination. Something I want to have in my life, too. Work in progress but I do keep striving.
Brooklyn was also the African-American neighborhood. A culture I feel very close and drawn to. It’s as if I had been born to that groove. I appreciate the black history and heritage. There’s soul, and substance to the words.
Today chic Manhattanites have spilled over to Brooklyn. The same happens in Paris – any big city in the world, I’m sure. Blocks get a lifting. Prices rise. This brings in a new vibe. Waves come in, and then flush out. It’s interesting to observe.
My Brooklyn joins people from both sides of the river. Ideologies and cultures collide – in sweet harmony.