Today was a good day (in Central Park)

Chicken noodle soup dance

If you haven't caught on already, you simply must get on board with the latest dance craze - comin' straight outta Harlem - The Chicken noodle soup!

Credit

Anyone who has ever tried to live in the US will know how bloody hard it is to get credit in this country. Julian has already been refused, and the whole system is so logic-defying that some people have taken 3 years to get it. Everything you've ever bought, tried to buy or done is all contained on a big devil computer somewhere in Washington, and it paints ugly pictures of you. But you know what's worse than an ugly credit record? No credit record! Now that's enough to scare the bejesus out of everyone...

Thus it is wiuth great pleasure that I can announce that after 5 weeks in the country, I have successfully scored a credit card with a whopping $1,000 limit! And it's all thanks to my fuzzy-haired Brazilian friend at Chase Manahttan - big props go to Diego Rogers for pulling strings or weaving whatever magic was necessary to get the job done. You rock!

I feel almost human again...

East Village

I'm in the Village, people! In my record-breaking second last move, I have been able to enjoy the pleasures of unpacking my bag, eating salad and doing everything worth doing from the comfort of bed. Welcome to East 10th Street, right across from the Russian Baths (I am working up the courage to submit to a scrub down by large women in even large underwear who don't know when to stop using eyeliner).

Staying in the apartment of a lovely producer Jenn, who is in Paris for the month, I have a bookshelf with books, and art on the walls, and a kitchen worth cooking in. Very lucky indeed. Oh, and an awesome sushi place only 30 metres away. More on the area when I've had more time to explore.

Books!Bed!

Art!

Art about

Spent a day climbing through Chelsea warehouses in search of Fine Art. I was exhausted after 2 streets worth and had to stop. It's strange... there doesn't seem to be anything there other than galleries and residential. It could feel like a fishy seaside port if it weren't for the models walking around exhausted after the latest photo shot. Perhaps it's got to do with the cold - all cities grow more desolate-looking in winter.

Wandered up through Soho artist-run spaces a couple of days later and found myself in the halls of buildings that not only housed the galleries I was looking for, but also Martin Margiela, Helmut Lang and a host of other names that make you feel small.

View from warehouse staircases in Chelsea.

LEESA & NICOLE ABAHUNI's video and crazy bead work at Location1.

A door that can apparently be ignored, no matter how cool it looks.