December 8, 2011 at 3:25 PM
"Sixteen days of East Coast wonder with a bit of Santa Fe flavor sprinkled throughout"
Santa Fe Fashion and Style
Greta is an artist, writer and renaissance woman
I spent Thanksgiving in the anonymous atmosphere of a huge metropolis. The ability to walk through Times Square and be overwhelmed with the sensory perception of one's own skin with a million different colored lights reflected on the surface. The Godiva Store sells white chocolate-covered strawberries in glittery paper cones while a street vendor hawks $10 handbags outside. This is the tasty essence of New York.
Broadway theaters, bistro chairs and tables in the middle of the street. You can have your photo taken with Mickey Mouse, Elmo, or a silver-skinned Micheal Jackson. My eyes are overloaded with the eclectic beauty of it all. The artist in me wants to take the colors and embed them into my brain to be re-created later. Photos are useless; you must commit this scene to your memory and make the energy a part of your life.
A holiday star is suspended high overhead on an avenue of stores glittering with diamonds, $5 pashmina scarves and LV knockoffs. I love New York. It is the Grand Canyon made of cement and steel. It is every imaginable type of food and dirty water hot dogs and pretzels on the street. Carmines for Italian, Rue 57 for French, Virgil's BBQ and seats at Ruby Foos for uptown Chinese that is so worth the wait!
Music is everywhere. The Carlyle, Smoke, Dizzy's Club Coca Cola at Lincoln Center or the steps of any subway station. I hear the music I love lit by a million glittering lights all over this amazing city. My rooms are on the 53rd floor on 57th. Across the street is new construction...this building will be 98 stories when it is done. I can look out my bedroom and see the work in progress. It will be fun to measure how much higher this new face of the canyon wall will be when I make my next appearance. I feel suspended in space. At dusk, the lights begin to appear out of nowhere and below me, the turquoise waves of a rooftop swimming pool are illuminated, reminding me of the City Different. Morning finds me having a spinach and Swiss omelet at La Parisiene,meetings to feel out the William Morris Agency and a cab ride to see Alfred Stiegliz at MOMA.
Santa Fe has followed me here, just to subtly remind me of where I "LIVE WORK and PLAY." Over a dirty martini at Trattoria Dell Arte across the street from Carnegie Hall I meet the vibrant and beautiful Marguerite La Corte, Global Trend Tracker and Product Anthropologist. She tells me her Santa Fe story. In the City Different she purchased an Indian Corn Necklace. Enthralled with the vibrant colors of the corn, she lovingly transported this distinct local favorite home and stored it in her jewelry box amid her Cartier and Tiffany treasures. When it was time for the corn necklace to make its New York debut, she discovered the necklace had deposited worms that were now living amid the diamonds. Taking her new inhabitants in stride she laughed, "...just goes to show you, don't wear food, wear diamonds...!"
In Princeton, I am invited to a private concert. Among an elite gathering of jazz enthusiasts, in the comfort of an absolutely awesome home filled with contemporary art, rare books, sculpture and an incredible jazz trio playing the music I love, I met Ferris Olin. Olin is the director of the Institute for Women & Art at Rutgers University. When she found out where I LIVE WORK and PLAY, she lost no time in chatting me up about her daughter, who is the bartender at the Rouge Cat. She has been coming to Santa Fe for years. It seems there is a fabulous house guest in my future!
Lunch with my Facebook Bestie, a professor of Egyptian History who lives in Bonn Germany. She is in New York with her charming two year-old daughter doing some work at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. On Turkey Day, I am with my children. We cook everything even remotely associated with Thanksgiving and pass out comatose with food overload! Let me not forget a casual and flavorful dinner with my editor Stasia de Marco. She is half of one of Philadelphia's power couples and treated me to a great fish dinner freshly caught on Thanksgiving Day. Sixteen days of East Coast wonder with a bit of Santa Fe flavor sprinkled throughout.
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