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news and observations, reviews and revelations
words & pictures for absent friends
a new year, a fresh start, a tiny leaf turned over.
no more procrastinations
time to be more thoughtful, yet less thinking.

This is life in NY, life without Sydney, life all around
Eyes open, it's amazing how much you suddenly see.

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The view from the Boom Boom Room at the Standard Hotel on Saturday night. Perhaps I felt a little old, a few years ago I’d have been jumping in those hot tubs underneath the biggest mirror ball in the world, with all my clothes on. Or, quite possibly off. However, fortunately for some, I left the topless, champagne-drinking to the blonde under 30’s. But, seeing as life begins at forty, I guess I’m just cruising for the last few months before it kicks off again.  God. Tired at the thought of it.  

The view from the Boom Boom Room at the Standard Hotel on Saturday night. Perhaps I felt a little old, a few years ago I’d have been jumping in those hot tubs underneath the biggest mirror ball in the world, with all my clothes on. Or, quite possibly off. However, fortunately for some, I left the topless, champagne-drinking to the blonde under 30’s. But, seeing as life begins at forty, I guess I’m just cruising for the last few months before it kicks off again.  God. Tired at the thought of it.  

07:09 pm, by butterfliesindisguise13 notes

"Sleep No More"

If you live in New York City, you must book your ticket now to see this. The most incredible, theatrical experience I’ve ever had. A production based on Macbeth, with a hint of Rebecca, this is a full audience participation, choreographed show where the audience interacts with the cast in the spooky Hotel McKitterick. Located on West 27th Street, the hotel has been transformed from 3 abandoned warehouses by British theatre company, Punchdrunk. From the minute you arrive you are transported to a strange world, set in the 1930’s, a smoky, red bar greets you.  You are mysteriously handed instructions and dropped at various floors of the hotel. Haunting music drifting through the darkness. Crackling, old music from a far away phonogram.  At some places, pitch blackness.  Encouraged to separate from your friends and live the experience alone. All audience members are instructed to wear carnival masks and speaking throughout the 3 hour performance is prohibited.  Without giving too much away, you find yourself part of a scene, you can touch it, you’re bumped, you’re involved.  You’re in a nursery, a mental institution, a ballroom, a maze. You’re outside, a cold cemetary. You’re hunting for clues. You’re reading books, letters. Trying to make sense of it all.  You’re lost. You’re alone. You’re chasing a pregnant lady, a bell boy, following the action, unsure where you’re going, shocked by what you see next. I would love to say more, but I’ve probably said too much already. Sexy, scary, raunchy, bloody, beautiful.  Just book it now for an unforgettable night out. From the minute I walked through the door I knew it was worth every single, scary cent. 

http://sleepnomorenyc.com/

08:39 pm, by butterfliesindisguise8 notes

Are you an owl?
Who?
You. Are you an owl?
Who?
You!
What?
Oh whatever.
Love this. Grade Two poem from our Park Slope school. Will leave author anonymous!

12:00 pm, by butterfliesindisguise

Whatever you can do, or dream you can,
BEGIN IT.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
[Goethe] Stuck on my fridge. And I only just noticed what invaluable advice this is. After my first successful shoots with Personal Paparazzi, with some gorgeous results (blog coming soon) and the sale of my first prints and albums, I realize, with a lot of encouragement, that you truly can make it happen. Just have to believe it, and start it. 

12:10 pm, by butterfliesindisguise3 notes

The Met on Sunday, with the rest of the world. 

The Met on Sunday, with the rest of the world. 

10:27 am, by butterfliesindisguise1 note

Counting Down

In six weeks time, we’ll be flying out of New York.  I have mixed emotions. Although my body is still here and in productive packing mode, my head has already escaped to Paradise. It is so ridiculously hot here that it’s not hard to wish you were living in a palm tree-filled paradise.  My head is already planning where furniture goes, color schemes, the school run, a night out at the RSL with good old friends and long lazy Sunday afternoons on Clareville Beach, with a picnic and a chilled bottle of chilled wine. (or a can of VB!)  We are cramming in the last of our NY culture with a visit to the Met, exploring Union Square on Monday and hanging out in Times Square on Saturday (with the rest of the world). I’m still deaf in one ear and it’s amazing how vulnerable I feel, especially in town with the kids. Losing one ear affects your whole perception of sound and where it’s originating from. I feel that I see things slower. We don’t realize how closely our senses work together to bring us a rounded view of our surroundings. I feel such sympathy for those I know with hearing problems, hopefully mine is only temporary. Saying that, I need to get back to the specialist, because flying out with this feels like my head would explode with the pressure.  Back to the point. Packing. 

10:25 am, by butterfliesindisguise8 notes



Creatures on Long Beach July 2011
Photograph by Louisa Eagleton

Creatures on Long Beach July 2011

Photograph by Louisa Eagleton

05:28 pm, by butterfliesindisguise

Deafly quiet

After our glorious day at Long Beach last Tuesday, I have spent the last week in agony. Probably some nasty bug in the water, but ended up with a throat so sore I couldn’t eat or speak which then developed into a full blown, horrendous, middle ear infection. I ended up in tears in the E.R on Monday night at NY Methodist.  I have to say they were brilliant. The doctors were attentive and pleasant and said my ear was “the most exciting thing they’d seen all night” so they all wanted a look. One of them brought a friend in to see who said “wow”.  I can’t imagine what they saw. Let’s not go there. No amount of painkillers could ease the tearful agony I was in so after pumping me up with all kinds of narcotics they finished with a shot of morphine. Worked very nicely indeed. The pain has eased but I’m now left with the feeling my head is stuffed with cotton balls, no sense of balance or appetite and can only hear a muffle in my right ear. It is a worry as they suggested there could be permanent damage, so keep your fingers crossed for me. I do not want to go deaf before I’m even bloody 40. (Not far off my friends!) Got the band booked, and I want to bloody well hear them. What will do this to my music career? I’m already disadvantaged being rhythmically retarded.  

05:27 pm, by butterfliesindisguise

12:00 pm, by butterfliesindisguise2 notes

My sweet, tired, beautiful baby. And my favorite photo of the week.

My sweet, tired, beautiful baby. And my favorite photo of the week.

12:00 pm, by butterfliesindisguise4 notes

Tragic, Leiby.

This heartbreaking story of an 8 year old boy being abducted and dismembered is not far from where we live in Brooklyn.  He was simply walking 7 blocks to meet his parents after begging them to be allowed. As a mother of a 9 year old boy it hits me hard, especially considering that for the most part of last school year I was nagged by my son to be let out at lunchtime. These are 8 and 9 year old  kids allowed out on the streets of Park Slope, albeit a ‘safe’ neighbourhood unsupervised. Only last week, our friends neighbour was held up at gunpoint in their front yard and took off with his keys. Just one block over. After my scary incident in broad daylight in Prospect Park where a man threatened to rape and hurt me,  I am suddenly feeling more nervous than I have done in 2 years in Brooklyn. Stories of a woman raped before 9am in the back of a bakery, and another woman attacked and raped, a harrowing home surveillance video capturing the whole thing bringing me to tears. 

People seem to forget they are living in a big, dangerous city. You cannot take any chances, especially with your children. I probably scare my children but they need to learn how to be alert, be aware and don’t take risks.  So sorry for this poor family. 

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/14/nyregion/arrest-made-in-brooklyn-killing-of-leiby-kletzky.html?_r=1&nl=nyregion&emc=ura1

11:48 am, by butterfliesindisguise

The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.
Henry Kissinger. Weirdly this quote popped out at me today after procrastinating for weeks on my options concerning my next few moves. Staying in New York, heading back to Sydney, dates moving, plans changing, stay with friends, travel, head straight home. And so on. I’ve removed any options by booking flights. Done. And indeed, my mind is marvellously clear. I can’t claim to be organized. But I know when and where I’m going. Leaving a lot less up for discussion. Onwards. 

12:01 pm, by butterfliesindisguise3 notes

After some more unsettling experiences of late at the local public pools (more on that later) we escaped to Long Beach today, catching the train from Atlantic terminal in Brooklyn.  Like wild animals set free on hot, silky sand and crashing, (albeit brown) waves, it almost felt like home.  Without travelling even further afield, Long Beach is by far the best beach within reach.  A mere hour and a half journey on one bus and two trains, it’s proves cleaner and quieter than Coney Island with less freaks and no whiskey bottles & condoms decorating the beach.  Less crowded and crazy than Rockaway on a Saturday afternoon. Both of these latter beaches left us Aussies rather disgruntled and homesick last summer.
However, today, lazing on Long Beach was just perfect.

After some more unsettling experiences of late at the local public pools (more on that later) we escaped to Long Beach today, catching the train from Atlantic terminal in Brooklyn.  Like wild animals set free on hot, silky sand and crashing, (albeit brown) waves, it almost felt like home.  Without travelling even further afield, Long Beach is by far the best beach within reach.  A mere hour and a half journey on one bus and two trains, it’s proves cleaner and quieter than Coney Island with less freaks and no whiskey bottles & condoms decorating the beach.  Less crowded and crazy than Rockaway on a Saturday afternoon. Both of these latter beaches left us Aussies rather disgruntled and homesick last summer.

However, today, lazing on Long Beach was just perfect.

10:32 pm, by butterfliesindisguise7 notes

West Village. Glorious summer and a sombrero. 

West Village. Glorious summer and a sombrero. 

12:00 pm, by butterfliesindisguise3 notes