Sometimes I am able to see Manhattan as if I had never visited before; I get a high from the zaniness, as happened at Barney's when I saw the Kouklitas fashion dolls. Further uptown, I happened upon what seemed to be the renovation of an enormous old stone mansion--but the problem was, the building hadn't been there a year earlier.
Rhinelander Mansion that was turned into a Ralph Lauren shop in 1985. The old mansion is under scaffolding for her face lift--old made to look new. The new mansion has been made to look as though it has been there for a hundred years. New made to look old. It seems that no expense was spared in the detailing. I was struck by the dragon scales under the balcony.
Public Art Fund and is up until February 13--I can see why it wouldn't be the happiest Valentine's Day gift to the city...
As it happens, The Happy Prince is a children's story, from one of my all-time favorite books, an intensely weird collection by Oscar Wilde. In the story, the Happy Prince is a statue encrusted with jewels and gilded with gold. A friendly sparrow decides to help him give away his treasure, flying off with it bit by bit, to help the poor of the town. Soon, almost nothing is left of the prince's raiment, so the swallow pries the prince's ruby eyes out of his face.
There are magical moments, in New York, when I have to whisper, Be still my heart.