The Museum of Modern Art

Photo courtesy of TinaPicard.com

Last month I was fortunate enough to visit the Henri Cartier-Bresson exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art thanks to a lovely friend of mine from work.  The two of us tagged along on a surprisingly exhilarating tour through Bresson's breathtaking black and white photographs.  But what really brought the photos alive was learning about the rebellious photographer's history.  The bourgeois brat poo-pooed his family's lifestyle in his teen years to become a bohemian artist and capture the photo above.  This isn't your average denouement, notably so, as Bresson grew through his travels to bring a markedly critical eye to social causes.

Photo courtesy of metmuseum.org

  Photos like this one, where Bresson was sent to Shanghai to capture the ingression of communism.

Photo courtesy of smalltok.com

And this one which pictures a Gestapo informer.

Photo courtesy of fddreis.wordpress.com

And, of course, Gandhi.

Bresson's photographs evoke emotion beyond what you see on the faces in the four-wall frame.  There's history.  There's reason.  There's a story.  It's gut-wrenchingly beautiful.

Now I understand why he's known as "The Father of Journalism."

Hello New York!

I HAVE ARRIVED.

After all of the apartment madness, I'm now nestled into a fantastic little nook of Gramercy Park paradise.  I have a lovely little shoebox studio (pictures to come when I get around to cleaning.. erm, cough, yea...); I live right across from a staple New York diner, and I'm a block away from Park Avenue - really, there's nothing I haven't come to love about my new digs.

My first day as an intern was everything and nothing that I expected.  I was literally thrown to the wolves, so to speak - no introductions or instructions, assignments left and right from various skinny girls in fantastic heels and short skirts, and relentless hours pouring over excel spreadsheets completed with a couple of quick trips with samples in hand from the showroom to production and back.  Exhaustion at the end of the day came only from a sense of being completely overwhelmed and getting lost for an hour finding my way back to Central Station to take the 6 train home - a skill I'm still struggling to learn.

The morning of Day 2 was no different than the first, but in the afternoon I found myself working the sample sale in the flagship store along with the other interns.  My hard work sorting, organizing, and tidying clothing racks paid off - I'm the proud owner of a new blazer courtesy of a+o.

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On my 3rd Day I was back in the office editing spreadsheets for our buyers for the Fall installments.  It is going to be an incredible season.  I'm so looking forward to my first full week tomorrow.

Certainly, I worked much of the time in my first week here in the Big Apple, but my time has not been without a little bit of fun.  Tuesday, I was fortunate to meet up with a friend from my alma mater who took me on a grand tour of my area.  I'm completely indebted to her for showing me how close I am to Union Station (Whole Foods and people watching galore!) and the many delicious restaurants on the way (Olives, Sushi Samba, Japonais --- all right all you salaried friends, wine and dine me please?).  Friday evening I went to the Bryant Park Cafe for cocktails with a coworker and we ended our evening with dinner and margaritas at Benny's in the Village.  And Saturday my uncle came to visit.  I spent the day being a tourist and seeing Le Cage Aux Folles on Broadway.

Yes, that's many many hot men in drag plus Kelsey Grammer... need I say more?


It's been a whirlwind experience so far and I've only just begun.

I GOT A YOB

I'm thrilled to be hired and heading to New York in May.  The relief of finding a job is only replaced by the burden of finding an apartment, however.  I just wanted to take a moment and thank my family for their unending support in this momentous step of my life.  Their encouragement, guidance, and enthusiasm is wonderfully overwhelming in assuring me that I can do this. 

So without further ado, what shall it be?

Which neighborhood should I live in?
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