pretty NY

Last Thursday, my sister-in-law Irène had an opening of her father's vintage photos from The Jump Book at a gallery in NY and I went with a couple of her friends. (Even the reprint is out of print)

Philippe  believed that when he asked people to jump they were so busy concentrating on the action that their masks dropped and their true personalities came out.  A fascinating theory that was borne out again and again in the pix. Nixon was stiff as a board when he jumped. Behind us to the right, a photo of Marilyn jumping. If you enlarge the photo and look, you'll see what a free spirit she really was.

On the way to the exhibit I shot some of the city's prettier sights instead of my usual grit.  The gallery was on 57th near 5th Ave, which made it easy.  Below, the Plaza hotel, Bulgari, and other lovelies.

I was fine with walking to find a place to eat but the other two women had uncomfortable shoes and we were starving, so we went into the bar at Trump Tower.

  8:45 pm and they were washing the walls in the lobby. This poor guy was the only other employee we saw.  In the bar, we ordered drinks and $12 burgers which took so long we thought they were up doing the last roundup.

As we left Trump, we wandered through this corporate art gallery in the hallway on the way out.

 This little girl was having fun ineracting with the art.

We took the subway to the bus terminal and we were on our way.  It had taken us 2 hours of sitting in traffic coming into the City and here we were again, traffic in the tunnel.

The bus driver yelled at me for taking this picture, but he was sitting still, anyway so I don't know why he cared. It was a late but interesting evening.