Looked out the window last Friday. As “Gladys” does. And who do I see? Steven Spielberg & Kate Capshaw walking their dog across the street. They have a flat in the San Remo. Beats looking at Mrs. Dork in her purple bathrobe next door in Flo.
Then today on our usual Central Park rotation, came upon a filming crew. For YOU. An upcoming thriller for Lifetime. Shay Mitchell is in the chair getting makeup done to look like she’s been hit on the head with a rock. She of Pretty Little Liars fame. Apparently.
Le Pain Quotidien. Croquet anyone?
Bocce? Boules? Here it’s Lawn Bowling.
Lunch on a mid-July day in the lush Shakespeare Garden. Central Park.
Timely. Tragedy. Irony. Shakespeare lives. For good or ill. Past is prologue.
A Tempest brewing?.
Love trumps Trump hate and anti-Trump hate.
Delacorte. Central Park.
Bethesda Fountain just a few footsteps away from home. On International Day of Peace. 45th Anniversary Imagine release. John Lennon and his guitar by the Central Park bandshell for a day. Hard to capture without a helicopter.
Weekend in Manhattan. 5-star Broadway play. Lobster. Sun. Son. Especially son. Best Mother’s Day. Central Park. Blissful getaway.
The Realistic Joneses. Fatalistically familiar. Giggled for hours after. Will Eno wrote a modern day Godot meets Gonzo. It spoke to my inner voices. That’s good. Well… Toni Collette & Tracy Letts epitomized long-married dynamics in crisis. Marisa Tomei stole the heart of the piece with her languished anguished random musings. Flawless comedic timing. Michael C. Hall’s non sequiturs held the most truth. An experienced cast enhanced a beautifully written play about life and free restaurant mints.
Photo by: Ben Levine