January 10th, 2012
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My Final Night in New York City.

Top of the Rockefeller Center.

Such a romantic evening with me, myself and I.

THEN THEN THEN, the lovely Miss. Katie invited me to go see Snow Patrol live with her at the Ed Sullivan Theater (where David Letterman gets his groove on each night).

The show was spectacular, and the lead singer, Gary Lightbod, has a gorgeous-gorgeous voice. When he sang Chasing Cars I wanted to run on stage and jump his bones, and say yes! Gary, yes! Yes I will just lay there with you and forget the world - swoon! My ovaries were knock-a-locking.

I can’t thank you enough Katie - Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

And. Oh how the powers of Twitter are magical! She won the tickets through twitter, then invited me over twitter, and throughout the show we tweet-a-leeted.

January 9th, 2012
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With all my restaurant “reviews,” and artsy posts you’d think I’ve recently become sophisticated, proper and posh, or something, but do not fret my dears… yesterday I took part in New York City’s No-Pants Subway ride.

It was completely spontaneous (Sarah and I saw a large group of people outside the Queen’s museum, decided to investigate, and voilà! then joined in on the improv fun). I did not prepare to ride the subway in my undies that morning (re: red thong), and of course instantly panicked at the thought of my thunder thighs and cottage-cheese legs out in the open for everyone to see, but I am so proud of myself, because you guys… I still did it!

Improv Everywhere is the organization that put it together… organizing thousands of light hearted people throughout NYC (and the world) to take off their pants while riding the rails. It was lot of fun, and something completely out of the box for me.

[Ed note: don’t be fooled by my red jacket, it had a big slit in the back and was quite drafty. And oh yes, my friends, bare bum on subway seat happened]

January 9th, 2012
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Detroit Disassembled 
by Andrew Moore.

As much as I enjoy looking at art, photography is where my heart is (I know, that sounds lame, but it’s true. I lurrrrrve photography exhibits). I find when it comes to art, I either like it or I don’t, and then I move on. Whereas with photography, I find I can be that cliche person, the one who can stare at a photograph until time restraints pull me away. 

Andrew Moore’s photos of the tragedy of Detroit were stunning. It left me thinking of the images I had seen long after I left the Queen’s Museum of Art, and if you’re in NYC or the surrounding area I highly recommend the trip out to Flushing to see it. You will not be disappointed, plus the Queen’s museum has an amazing mini replica of New York’s five boroughs.

From 1900 to 1930 Detroit’s population went from 265,000 to 1.5million, a booming American city on all accounts. Then from 1950 to 2011 it dropped from 1.85 million to 714,000 people.

Moore photographs surreal images of what was once impressive, thriving buildings and land monuments in Detroit, but now sit abandoned as nature slowly takes back its spot.

I learned so much from this exhibit and found it so humbling to see great landmarks, that once were the world’s vision of a city and country’s wealth (the top photo is of the Ford factory), left to the natural elements.

One of the captions about the exhibit read, “Europeans have started to visit Detroit to see America’s ruins,” which I did not know, and certainly shocked me.  The exhibit opened my eyes to the economic shift that is happening. It was so sad to see, yet I found Moore’s photos so beautiful it was hard to look away.

All photos from Andrew Moore’s website

January 9th, 2012
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The Museum of Modern Art

I’m lucky enough to have a good friend in NYC who works at The MOMA, which meant last Thursday she got me in for free *lucky me!* However, I’ve always loved The MOMA, so if you head to NYC I think it’s definitely worth the admission price (Adults $25 / Students $14).

In first year university I had a bout of ‘perhaps I want to go into Art History' thoughts, which lead to me taking several courses in art.  I can't say I remember much from those courses, but I did learn what art I love —> art from the Impressionists (say, around 1880) up until the 1960's or 70's, and what art I don't, well, more accurately what art I don't understand… art from the 1960’s or 70’s up until this very minute - but I could have done that…?!? :)

I really enjoyed this quiet day by myself, keeping company with some of the world’s greatest pieces.


Reflections of Clouds on the Water-Lily Pond by Claude Monet
The Bather
by Paul Cezanne
Unique Forms of Continuity in Space
by Umberto Boccioni ((I thought this piece was incredible. The way the bronze looked like the man was truly running. Ahmazing!))
Les Demoiselles d’Avignon
by Picasso!
Dance (I) by Henri Matisse
The Olive Tree
by Vincent van Gogh
One Number 31 
by Jackson Pollock 

[All photos, except for Monet’s Lillies are courtesy of The Moma’s website)

January 8th, 2012
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Sleep No More

I’ve thought about this post so much. A post on Sleep No More? Where do I begin? Where does anyone begin?  Until recently I had never heard of it, and now after seeing it, it’s all I can think of.

It’s a new type of theater (at least to me), where the audience doesn’t just sit and watch a show, but rather is included in it.  It’s a a loose production of Shakespeare’s Macbeth which takes place in the McKitterick Hotel (an old warehouse converted for the show). Essentially the actors are moving through the motions of Macbeth (in a weird and twisted, silent way) and you get to follow who you want, when you want. You’ll instantly lose your friends as the hotel is rather dark, and essentially it becomes like one of those ‘choose your own story’ books. Every person will get a unique experience depending on who they choose to follow or where they decide to go.

The set of the hotel was spectacular. All the rooms were completely different - like scenes (from what I’d imagine) a crazy person dreams. I’d find myself standing in a room alone (the hotel is massive) and wonder who the hell thought up something so bizarre (some rooms were so odd I felt shivers being in them). You were aloud to snoop around all you wanted, go through doors, open books, eat candy (they had a candy room!), or even take shots from the bar. You could explore at your free will, which was a huge part of the awesomeness that is this show. (Click here to see nine photos of it by the New York Times)

Another very unique thing about the show is the audience wears white masks (see the sexiness above). At first I wasn’t a fan of this, but within seconds I saw why. You lose your inhibitions, you lose your politeness, and gain this great sense of anonymity. I took great advantage of no one knowing who I was, and forced myself to the front of all the sexy scenes (perhaps rudely, who knows…) - and oh there were many: Lady Macbeth taking a sexy bath, Macbeth taking a bloody, nak-id bath, and the orgy (which I saw twice. thankyouverymuch as they’re hard to find). If not for anything else, it’s worth going to see Sleep No More for the orgy(s), because good God, as if someone thought that up (note: they’re not actual orgies, but dreamt up ones. Really crazy. Impossible to explain. But what I imagine heroin is like).

However, my pushy, shoving, elbowing ways did backfire when I caught eyes with one of the actresses who selected me to head into a tiny room alone with her. She removed my mask and for over 5 minutes acted only for me. It took everything I had not to awkwardly laugh and then flee the scene, but I didn’t (go me!) and went along with what she told me to do (kneel and pray) in silence

Pretty much, as I think most people who see Sleep No More will say, you have to experience it yourself.  It’s a complete mind explosion and the three hours go by very fast as you’re running around chasing actors, looking for nudity (oh hush you, we’re all like that at heart), and exploring the elaborate, beautiful, scenes that will make their way into your dreams.

January 8th, 2012
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Review Numero Tres (because y’know, I’m a connoisseur like that)

Restaurant: Kashkaval - Cheese Market and Wine Bar

Location: 856 9th Avenue, New York City

My Connoisseur Pals: Sarah, Caitlin, Jess

My Bill: Food: $14 

Worth the Calories? This place was really cute, romantic and the epitome (to me) of a New York City restaurant. It had a great ambiance (wine cellar surrounding you, candle light) and lots of tables crammed into a little space (where your chair literally touched the person’s behind you).

Do you like cheese? Do you like dips? Do you like placing cheese on top of little pieces of pita and/or bread? And do you like dipping pita and/or bread into dips? Then this place is for you.

The menu lists all sorts of tasty cheeses, dips, and tapas and then you can put together your selection for the table. So between the tapas for sharing, savory fondue, dessert fondue, and of course the wine, I’d recommend this place to people who want to interact with each other in a cozy, and intimate setting.

First okCupid date spot approved!

January 8th, 2012
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I just got home. It’s nearly 2:42am. I left the bar at 1:12am.

It’s true, I got lost in the subway system. Uptown became downtown. The Bronx was Brooklyn. Oh boy, I got awfully confused. But before you judge me for this (I’m looking at you real New Yorkers), please know that New York’s subway is currently under maintenance, which means locals are expresses and some trains, with no signs to inform anyone, just never show up.

I didn’t mind it though. Actually, 5 transfers later I really enjoyed it. After all, the subway is prime people watching time, now isn’t it? I’d find a quiet spot at each station and do one of my all time favourite things; watch people.

First we had the couples. They were my favourite people to watch. So cute, snuggled together to keep each other warm. Trying to comfort each other through this tedious, unknown period of time. I could tell her feet hurt from her heels, and she was leaning on him to take the pressure off her soles. But he didn’t mind it, at all. I wished ever so much I had my SLR camera on me. I wanted to capture their quiet, silent, moments, just the two of them, in their own little world, waiting for their train.

Then there were the drunk people, whose laughter you could hear before you saw them. Groups of friends out on the town not noticing how long each train took to come. They were chattering away, one joke at a time. I had to cover my laugh when I heard this preppy, white guy, trying to convince a group of black ladies he was their man, because just last week he’d “gone black, and will never go back.” 

And of course there were the other solo passengers. The people just like me. We’d catch eyes occasionally, then quickly glance away, but I knew they were doing the exact same thing as me; people watching at 1:30am on the subway system. I’d imagine their lives, where they were going, where they had been. True New Yorkers? Or travelers passing through? At one point I sat between two girls both eating McDonalds. I have no idea why, but for some reason this made me feel better about myself.  It made me realize when I’m slightly tipsy, and wanting McDonalds at 1am it’s quite normal. Human really. 

The homeless people also seemed to gather underground at night. Whenever I see homeless people I wonder what their story is. Where their family is. How they got to that spot in time. Some looked legitimately crazy, while others simply looked tired, wanting to rest in a bed that doesn’t exist this late at night.

It’s been a thing of mine, this people watching thing I do, ever since I was little I’ve done it, and come to think of it, it’s kept me occupied for great lengths of time. I think it started out because I always compared myself to other people, always making sure I was normal, not standing out - always making sure, I was just like everybody else. But now as the years have ticked on, and I’ve watched millions of soles passing through my life, when I people watch I don’t judge or compare, but simply observe and every time fall a little bit more in love with the human race.  We truly are a wonderful breed, all so similar, yet so very different.

January 7th, 2012
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Waiting for the L train on a Saturday night.

January 7th, 2012
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Tonight in New York.

Levi black skinny jeans (so flattering!)
Gap grey top
Gap green scarf (swoon)
Gap leopard print flats
Leopard undies (not pictured)
My gold necklace

January 7th, 2012
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Review Numero Deux (because y’know, I’m a connoisseur like that)

Restaurant: ABC Kitchen

Location: 35 East 18th street (between broadway & park avenue), NYC

My Connoisseur Pals: Andrea and Veronica

My Bill: Food: $26 (prix fixe)

Worth the Calories? ABC Kitchen is known for serving organic and local grown food, which immediately shouts to me “pricey-pricey-pricey!,” and indeed, the majority of the menu was a little over my usual lunch budget, except they luckily did offer a “prix fixe” menu, which Veronica and I opted for.

For my appetizer I ordered the butternut soup, which wasn’t the best butternut soup I’ve ever had, but I still scraped the bowl dry and downed the 4 large croutons placed on top. 

For my main course I ordered the apple salad, which was rather unique, but I liked this (rarely one orders something they’ve never had or seen).  The majority of the salad was made up of apple slivers - healthy and delectable, and I want to try and make it at home. Desert was a caramel ice-cream and popcorn concoction, which I fought myself not to lick dry. 

The servers all wore  flannel shirts, jeans and thick rimmed glasses, which made me feel super non-hipster like, but the service was top notch and the atmosphere I found unique, yet comfortable. 

Definitely a great 2nd date spot.

Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!

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