It was so unexpected, this trip, it's timing caught me off guard. I never really think of myself as a traveller, even though we move house seemingly constantly, which, now I think about it, is probably why I enjoy being in my home so very much. I didn't take many photos and you know what? I actually think that was a good thing. Less is more, and it meant I looked and truly experienced. In the MoMA one afternoon I watched people snapping all these great, affecting, extraordinary works of modern art with their phone cameras, standing back and looking not at the painting but at the screen before quickly moving on. Each time I saw it my heart sank a little more and it made me wonder what's wrong, collectively, with us.
Met some fabulous people this trip. Gorgeous faces put to well-known names, but still managed, in typical form, to avoid taking photographs of humans in one of the busiest cities in the world. What can I say? I count it as a victory.
The first two photographs in this post were taken in the Eldridge Street Museum - a synagogue, actually - in the Lower East Side. It was breathtaking and a source of santuary for the jetlagged. Lower East Side is great, guys, we adored the place, but the 'gogue...Mel's tour of that dark and light-filled place and his gentle, warm voice were in my dreams last night.