catchup

Snaps as of late. My magnificent aunt Amy was in town for several days and it was so refreshing to spend time with her! She stayed at the groovy Ace Hotel and showed me a few hip places around town!

1 // From window on West 53rd St.
2 // Maritime Hotel
3 // Feet shot, TriBeCa train station
4 // Grouchy on West 16th St.
5 // In the irresistible ladies room at Schiller’s Liquor Bar during Sunday brunch
6 / 7 / 8 /// Ace Hotel entrance + lobby

More, more, more to come!

j

nyc etc.

Rain in NYC once again today. I saw this man out with his huge beach umbrella during a coffee run and couldn’t resist his character. It’s hard enough to walk on the busy streets with a small umbrella, so I’m curious how he made it around the city with his mammoth rain shield!
I have lots of fun things planned for blog posts (mostly regarding NYC and art schtuff) so you’ll have to stay tuned. I am feeling super inspired — the only problem is my schedule is so slam-packed that I hardly have the time! Patience! 
I am missing my D-SLR and tempted to have Mom send it — it’d be great to take to the streets. I want to start doing some street/style photography here, and I’m feeling the iPhone isn’t cutting it. One of the coolest things about some people on the street here is they have no idea how cool they look! 

you will find it

It’s very easy here to feel pretty lost. Not only in the sense that it’s a big city, but also because being here has made me feel both more fulfilled and at the same time, directionless. The best analogies to describe this feeling are looking for something in the dark and/or running in water.

The great thing about being here: opportunity. Everywhere. I can’t go out without hearing about/seeing/reading something about someone who is doing something awesome in the area. People here are in it to win it. As my roommate put it to me today, “work hard, play hard.” I can do it!, I thought. Then I went and took a two hour nap.

Maybe I’m thinking about this too much, but the more I think about it, the more I find a rhyme to my confusion. This move came completely out of thin air for me — nowhere was it even in my “five year plan.” By my age (24), the twelve year old version of me thought I’d be telling my children bedtime stories and making a hearty meatloaf for the family dinner by now. I am having such difficulty understanding the derailment of a seemingly engrained life plan. Why am I feeling it especially today? One of my oldest childhood friends got engaged yesterday — and every time it happens, a little word bubble in the back of my mind wonders about my life equation.

The “engrained life plan” I’m talking about is the story I wrote in my head as a child. It’s one that I gathered from my parents, and my grandparents, and just people in general. You go to school, work hard, and make friends. One day one of these friends becomes your husband or wife. Together you settle down and have children and acquire experience and possessions. You grow old. Things repeat with your offspring. Work is sprinkled in there somewhere.

It was that simple. But somewhere along the way, I decided to do things differently, or just at a different pace. And I’ve written about this before, so I won’t repeat myself. The realization always comes when I’m somewhere new, wondering what am I doing?

I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I’m going to find it. One of these days.

Weekend Wrap-up: The Birthday Edition

What can I say? It had to have been one of the most incredible weekends in the city so far. I was showered with love and happiness in celebrating my 24th anniversary of life on Friday, 10 Feb. The weekend festivities were accompanied by a special visit from a North Dakotan and included:

• Great views of the city

• A birthday morning at Ohm Spa on 5th Avenue, where I was treated to a relaxing hour-long massage, manicure and pedicure!

• A ride up to the top of the Empire State Building to see the Big Apple from a bird’s eye view! So cool.

• Strolls through Central Park and Times Square

• Treats, treats, and more treats!

• An afternoon at the American Museum of Natural History, where the likes of dinosaurs, and every other creature that has walked, crawled, swam, slithered and wiggled across the United States over the past millions of years can be found (not living, unfortunately)!

• Lots of walking without a destination, just to see what’s stumbled upon (my favorite kind of walks)

• Birthday dinner at a lovely Upper East Side Italian restaurant, an all-around classy experience
• Comedy at the Comedy Cellar, where much laughter ensued! Followed by a night out in Greenwich Village
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It was a complete unforgettable day — and weekend. I am so happy to have experienced my first birthday in NYC, and also very thankful for all of the kind thoughts, cards and messages I received, and for all the people that made me feel like a trillion bucks as I transitioned to 24! You all rock.
Coming down from the exciting weekend won’t be easy, but things are gradually falling into their happy place here, and I have lots to look forward to…
xo
jc

Someone Else’s Life

During a work errand today, I had the pleasure of delivering a few packages to a co-worker’s apartment in the East Village. I stepped into the building on 4th and E 12th and knew it was going to be something special.
I knocked and Melissa, a beautiful brunette, swung the door open to reveal a room of splendor. It was a cozy loft filled with charming mirrors of every size, artwork, antique furniture and unexpected embellishments. A thick, fluffy white fur throw was slung over a chair, and a wooden spiral staircase swirled up to a lofted living room. I could have been in a dream. She invited me in, and I silently rejoiced that I’d get to spend a fraction of time in her quaint dwelling.
We began unpacking the several boxes of framed prints I’d brought, and all the while Melissa commented on how disheveled her apartment was, and how much she had to do. When I asked her what the prints were for, she casually mentioned that Vogue Italia was coming tomorrow to photograph the space. She then turned the conversation to me, asking where I went to school. I couldn’t imagine she’d be interested in me, but I told her I’d come from Minnesota, and she seemed delighted, if not fascinated of my transfer. “I kind of moved here on a whim,” I explained. She responded with, “I’d kind of like to get out of here on a whim.”
What?! I had to think about it for a moment. Why would anyone want to leave this behind? Her gorgeous apartment in a snug Manhattan neighborhood, all of her collectables, everything so…
“I mean, I love New York, but…”
We walked back to her bedroom. I gasped. Giant windows stretching to the ceiling and covering more than half of the wall, looking down seven stories below. Book shelves tidy with shoes, art and momentoes scaled another wall top to bottom, with a library ladder for access to the upper shelves. Why would anyone want to leave this?
For those fifteen minutes that I was at Melissa’s apartment, there was a predominant thought in my head: How can I have this? And I found it so strange, so odd that she had exactly what I wanted, and desired to leave it to go elsewhere.
Which brought me to a parallel. The more I thought about Melissa, the more self-reflective and empathetic I became. I had a version of Melissa’s life, only in Moorhead, MN. While she was running a gallery and traveling the world from San Francisco to Istanbul, I was working at a gallery and traveling. While she was meeting artists and shaping her career, I was in school doing just the same. And when she wanted to get out of New York — to be somewhere else and see new things — I left Minnesota and did just that.
I suppose it made me understand, more than usual, that I have a great life. It may not involve a seventh-floor lofted paradise — rather, a fishy-smelling residence in Brooklyn — but it’s brought me somewhere to see new things.
Isn’t that what everyone wants?
—j

Savory Sundays

What better way to spend Sunday than to roll to the Upper East Side with a friend, stroll around for a while and soak up the vibes of New York City?

I enjoy getting together with my fellow North Dakotan-turned-Brooklynite, Jenny, who I met during an  art history course early on in college. Not only do I like Jenny because she shares my name (she, too is just a Jenny and not a Jennifer!), but because she is genuinely sweet to the core. It’s also nice to have someone around that understands North Dakota without questioning, “North Dakota? Really?” before dismissing it as a figment of geographical lore.

Happy SuperBowl Sunday. I will not be watching the game, but likely leafing through yet another book (I’m on a roll!).

xo
jc