Here in the US there is the Cinnabon, but I have renamed it the Sinnabon. I have mentioned my love of cake before and my recent discovery of the pumpkin cinnamon bun from Glaser’s Bakery but I may have to re-think this. Today, in the food court at Philadelphia Station (lovely building, take note Penn Station in New York) I discovered Cinnabon. It sells cinnamon buns. The lady behind the counter was making them, rolling out the dough and baking them there and then. It was like a heavenly site in the heart of Pennsylvania. I ordered one, with a cup of Early Grey tea. Black. And then I read the small print. The calorie values there, small, but there. 750 calories for one bun. 1080 calories for the one with the pecans and extra goo. Gumph. I looked at the lovely lady and said ‘I’m so sorry, but I can’t bring myself to knowingly eat that many calories’ – not as an afternoon snack on a train back to New York, anyway. She looked sympathetic and asked if I still wanted to have the tea. I said no and walked away solemnly. But not to worry, an oatmeal raisin cookie from Au Bon Pain (America’s answer to a little bit of France in every city) is a mere 320 calories, so I had that instead. And I still got the Earl Grey.
So, mysterious British graffiti artist, Banksy, is visiting NYC this month. He must have known in advance that the weather would be perfect for scrawling on walls late at night. I’m pretty excited about this as we used to live in Bristol which is where he started his career. It’s also where we went to a great exhibition of his work a few years ago, after queuing for hours and hours. Anyway, Banksy has created a bit of stir here, and no doubt this is being reported in the UK as well, as he is doing one new art work every day somewhere in the city. It’s a fantastic bit of self promotion.
The first one was way down town and was painted over within the day. The second was on West 25th Street between 10th and 11th Avenues which is a long way from us but coincidentally we were nearby yesterday and we saw yesterday’s creation. We were there about 10pm and there were a fair few fans hanging around and taking pictures. We did the same. I went down there again today and it’s still there, it’s been defaced a bit more by other graffiti artists’ ‘tags’ but it’s still legible. Here’s my snap:
Today’s offering is a dog urinating on a fire hydrant. Charming. I knew it was somewhere in Midtown but having just looked it up it was at West 24th Street and 6th Avenue. Wish I’d known that earlier as I was so close on 28th Street just this afternoon! I can feel a new hobby coming on, a Banksy a day.
That’s quite hard to spell, but I like the way it sounds. Socrates to be precise. There is a sculpture park in Queens named after him and it’s quite a revelation. It’s right on the East River with fantastic views of the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Located on reclaimed wasteland that was dedicated to an outside art space back in the mid 1980s and is now looked after the the City of New York Parks and Recreation Department. It hosts a range of weird and wonderful art and they are big. Venturing on the subway and the many steps I may have complained about before, it was the perfect way to spend an unseasonably warm October day.
The current exhibition, which opened on 8 September, is ‘The Emerging Artist Fellowship Exhibition’, so expect some pretty odd stuff. I don’t think my ramblings will do it justice, so here’s a selection of my photographs of the current work on display.
Yes, the second one is made up of plastic bags. Don’t ask what’s going on with the third picture. And be sure to check out the fabulous view of Manhattan in the background of the last picture. See what you think.
Has no one told the weather in New York that it is not supposed to be boiling hot and 26 degrees on 1 October? It is forecast to be 28 degrees on 2 October. This is very confusing and inconvenient as I had put away my summer clothes and my pedicure has lapsed. Humph. There are a lot of over dressed and equally confused New Yorkers sweltering on the streets and subway platforms too. Please come back Autumn, I’ll even call you Fall, if you do.