I hate Hudson Yards. I only went there because it is near Penn Station and at the end of the High Line. If you are in NYC go visit it just to see how unenjoyable it is.
10,000 years ago, when I was younger and thin, I was the worst kind of provincial art whore. Truth. Thanks to my innate Episcopalian ability to manipulate loopholes, I found myself in Bilbao for a six-month study abroad program to learning Basque. Bai! While there, I tried to visit the Guggenheim Bilbao as much as possible and it was where I learned to truly love conceptual art. My Spanish roommates used to make fun of me for my visits to the Guggenheim and say that the Guggenheim NYC looked a toilet bowl and the Guggenheim Bilbao what you would put in it.
It was only recently that I finally got to visit the Guggenheim New York City and I kind of agree, it does look like a toilet bowl.
I treated my family to a trip to New York for a pre-father’s day and mother’s day and we stayed at the EVEN in Brooklyn, NY. I love hotels with windows that open so I let fresh air in and listen to the sound of the city.