This weekend I was in New York. Unfortunately I wouldn't exactly call it a vacation because I couldn't escape from my work. But such is life. It was refreshing to have some truly crisp weather, and we walked the Brooklyn Bridge on the first evening right as the almost full moon was rising over the river behind the Manhattan Bridge. It was so lovely. (And advantageous because my homework for philosophy was to take a picture of the moon this weekend.)
And, as is tradition with my family, we gorged ourselves on delicious food. The first night we had fabulous paella and sangria at a little Spanish restaurant that was very old world. It was one of those places where the waiters were older and had clearly been working there for forever. It was their occupation, their profession, not just their job.
We also saw a great exhibit on Messerschmidt at the Neue Galerie (which just so happens to be located in a splendid former house of Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt). It was incredible. This sculptor made incredibly realistic heads of people contorting their faces into strange expressions. They were more lifelike than any other sculpture I have ever seen, perhaps because the artist created them for himself, and so they were far more truthful and heartfelt than anything created for commission or to be sold. To me they showed true humanity - man at the most extreme of any emotion that exposed the truth. No masks to hide behind, no trying to look pretty, just someone mid-yawn or mid-laugh. In any case, they were spectacular.
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