After writing about Warhol this week, how fun it was to see Barney's windows all decked up in a Warhol world for the holidays. Barney's theme: the Warhol-idays. Students in East Harlem painted Warhol and their paintings decorated one window. Other windows had passers-by gaping, admiring, talking and lingering longer just to enjoy the sheer artiness of it all. Soup cans, left, set the border for one window. On my way to an important lunch, I had to stop and enjoy and then, afterwards, return to capture it.
I am still giddy about these things, these Parisien-esque street commerce creations of art that make pedestrian life so enjoyable in mid-town Manhattan. It is an ever-changing urban space museum dedicated to our cultural art of commerce. Maybe people who have lived in NYC forever get dulled to this display talent, these tablatures that exist so momentarily.
Barneys at 60th and Madison has a 9th floor restaurant, Fred's, that made a perfect setting for a tete a tete luncheon with my daughter's future mother-in-law. We covered all the rules, defined all parameters, dotted the i's and crossed the t's. Made in the shade, honey. We did everything but pinky-swear that we'll never be the MIL's that one hears of from time-to-time. I think we each truly believe that the other's child is the best child in the world to make our own child's life enhanced. That was a pretty important lunch. Our right feet went forward together. And iconic Warhol-scapes made me think this might be an iconic memory, this iconic lunch.
Shoot, my in-laws had both of their parents buried head-to-head in the Forest Lawn cemetery in Dallas. Aren't in-laws supposed to be eternal support, bridge friends and buddies?