This from Peg:
Following the festival, Sig and I took a long delayed weekend trip to New York, motivated by Lizzie’s (Sig’s daughter) birthday and other reasons–all for fun. Met a couple of Lizzie’s other “aunties”–gal pals from out of town that we had not seen for a long spell. Much hilarity ensued.
While there, we saw some fantastic theatre: first, The Pillowman–a dark, demented, and surprisingly funny play about terrible things happening to children. Also we saw Shockheaded Peter–a dark, demented, and surprisingly funny play about terrible things happening to children–this time with music playing.
Also we visited the Tribeca Film Festival HQ, examined their operations, and collected a catalogue. Very friendly and well organized.
With another pal who met us in the city, I ventured out to see Ashes and Snow, a photography/film exhibition that has received some notoriety due to what is perceived as an overly sentimentalized images of folks and animals–interacting in an idealized Edenic fashion. I can wrap my head around that point of view but still found the work captivating and hopeful as well as a bit mesmeric. A major element of the exhibition was the facility–the Nomadic Museum–which is a temporary and portable (hence the name) building made entirely of temporary and portable materials–cardbord, cloth, and carriers. It was located on Pier 54. Moving around within it was a lot like visiting a temple–somewhat hushed and suspended in thoughtful contemplation.
Less hushed but still suspending was the riotous food & beverage consumption we all did in that magnificent city. We stayed at the Washington Square Hotel, which featured a wonderful restaurant and breakfast room (I ate breakfast three times one day!). Of course, one could spend her life visiting fantastic restaurants in NYC and still only make a small dent. We truly tried to do so.