Thursday, July 23, 2015

Stop Look Live

Riverside Park. 5:30 PM. Photo: JH.
Thursday, July 23, 2015. It was a beautiful day, yesterday in New York. Sunny, bright, low humidity, a gentle breeze. Whew! A lovely day. And a lovely evening.

Traffic was horrendous. What I hear repeated and repeated is that there too many cars. That may be, but there have been too many cars for many years.

Now, thanks to policy enacted in the past administration and continued in the current, there is less road space. MUCH less. Some avenues, like West End Avenue have so many vehicle directions painted on the roadways that their travel space is cut in half. The new bike lanes have also eaten in to the picture. They are dangerous because many bicyclists are out there to put on speed – like a racer, and/or the pedestrians are not paying close enough attention to their sudden appearance. Furthermore, the phenomenon of the bicycles is that don’t follow any rules, or paths or directions indicated. They do what they want, and as they please. They also squeeze into places at which they are at risk, yet feel the people in the vehicles are entirely responsible for that risk. Entitlement.
West End Avenue madness.
Bike lane mania.
New York City is an extraordinary place in this world. And so it has been for more than two centuries. When I first lived here as a young man just out of college, I thought it was the most exciting place in the world. And I was not wrong. It is the only place in the world where you can have access to anybody. Where you can learn anything, where you can realize and achieve. It is very democratic that way, and the main reason people come here. Ideas come here, are born here; the world motivates here.

Distraction by the aforementioned issues of behavior, vehicular and pedestrian are obstructive. And destructive. Changing it cannot be legislated – although no doubt there are many who believe otherwise. Changing must always begin in the self.
Meanwhile, with all that in mind, I bailed the cab halfway to Michael’s because walking, no matter how long it took, was faster than the car, and better for the disposition. The sidewalks were less crowded, but it was the lunch hour on a beautiful New York day, and it’s very stimulating to see all the different faces moving by.

Michael’s was busy but not the cacophony of clattering human voices one often gets there. Many people are away right now. I was having lunch with Nancy Carlucci, a Los Angeles girl (actually she grew up in Pasadena). Nancy and I came together through the auspices of Literacy Partners and CharityBuzz. Lunch with DPC was the item on the list of Literacy Partners’ last gala auction and Nancy put in the winning bid.

Turns out Nancy is a longtime reader of the NYSD, stumbling upon it after Googling somebody about fourteen years ago. She’s a native Los Angeleno but has traveled to New York many many times and likes to keep up with things. The NYSD, she told me, is how she keeps in touch.
DPC and Nancy Carlucci at Michael's.
We talked about Los Angeles, life there and why we like it. She pointed out that L.A. is like a small town. I agree. It struck me years ago when I first lived there. Massive and widespread, there is something about it that feels that way. Perhaps it’s the more casual way of life that is a reflection of the climate. Small town example: On the subject of Bruce/Caitlin and Kris Jenner, Nancy used to go to the same pedi/manicure salon on the Sunset Strip.

The Jenners lived a small town life in the center of a big world.
They were often there at the same hour – later in the afternoon, early evening. The couple often came together. It was known for a long time that Mister liked nail polish. All of her friends knew about it. It was not unlike when you live in a “small town,” you hear the incidental gossip about the lives of people you know. In the case of LA, which is Hollywood, which is the center of a big world,  the citizens of this small town can often be world famous.

In the front room were the following with their guests and friends: Michael Christenson, Dave Dyer, Laurie Haspel, Diane Clehane with Dini von Mueffling and Richard Kirschenbaum. Diane was interviewing him about his new book, “Isn’t That Rich? Life Among The 1%”. Also, around the room: Peter Kuhn, David Sanford and Lewis Stein, Susan Freedman, Dan Lufkin, James Prentice, John Usdan, Ira Bernstein, Marshall Brickman with Diane Sokolow and Judy Collins, Charles Grodin, Steven Haft, Dr. Jerry Imber, Susan Shnabel, Andrew Stein, Kevin Warsh, Bisila Bokoko, Pauline Brown, Somers Farkas with Peggy Siegal, Karen Goldman, Pam Hanson, Glenn Horowitz, Herb Siegel, Mark Veblen.
Our friend the intrepid and stylish photojournalist Mary Hilliard was up in Millbrook last weekend where she covered the Fitch’s Corner Horse Trials. Here is her report:

It was a “Starry, Starry Night” for the soirée at the Fitch’s Corner Horse Trials held on the horse farm of Fernanda Kellogg and Kirk Henckels in Millbrook, NY. The theme was inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s period in the South of France and designed by Darren Henault. The cuisine was Provencal and DJ Flo, straight from NYC, kept the guests galloping around the dance floor. The dress code was sexy, merci beaucoup.

The Blue Jean Ball is just one facet of Fitch’s Corner Horse Trials Weekend, which is a highlight of the summer season in Millbrook, the equine epicenter of the Hudson Valley. The $2,000 Novice Master’s Challenge sponsored by Stübben North America was won by Rebecca Coffin-Vickery riding Sirr Zirr. She won a coveted custom Stübben saddle. The Open Preliminary class was won Ferial Johnson on her own Bali Hai. Alice Roosevelt took home some Tiffany silver with her parents Simon and Loli Roosevelt, and grandmother Anna Roosevelt, cheering from the sidelines.
Everett Cook and Anna Bulgari in a 1935 Nash Ambassador 6 during the Collector Car Parade.
Another exhibit in Collector Car Parade.
In addition to beautiful horses jumping the hurdles cross-country and in the stadium arena, the Fitch’s Weekend offered spectators a chance to shop in Fitch’s Market with 45 shops in Fashion & Home under one big marquis tent. On Sunday the Collector Cars lined up for the exhibition and parade. In the lead was Kirk Henckels driving his own 1972 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow and the highlight was Nicola Bulgari’s 1935 Nash Ambassador 6, a creamy yellow cabriolet driven by Everett Cook with Anna Bulgari in the passenger seat.  Jay and Joan McLaughlin presented gifts from his J. McLaughlin shop to all the drivers.
Mario Rinaldi of Champagne Paul Goerg presenting a jeroboam of champagne to Everett Cook, the Fitch's Corner Award honoree, and Fernanda Kellogg.
Darren Henault and Fernanda Kellogg with first place winner Alison Lindsay on Darragh Promise.
Junior Competitors.
All of Millbrook, and many from beyond, attended the Sunday Spectator Luncheon and took the suggestion of “Hats if Convenient” seriously. Nancy Henze, one of the Social Chairs greeted guests, who included Bizz and Ted Gregory from Saratoga and Aiken, CeCe Cord, Nancy Stahl, MFH, Jeff Caldwell, Georgina Schaeffer, Zibby and Jim Tozer, Barbara and Donald Tober, Jennifer Davis, from Charleston, DeDe Tower from Saratoga, and Parker Gentry. The presentation of the Fitch’s Corner Award to Everett Cook II, was applauded by all especially by Helen, his new wife of two weeks.
Nancy Henze.
Social Co-chairs Darren Henault and Nancy Henze.
Katie Kinsey, Jennifer David, and Lelee Brandt.
Aubrienne Bell.
A Madder Hatter hat.
Peter Kross, CeCe Cord, and Bill Hamilton. Marion deVogel.
June and Peter Felix, visiting from London.
Perrin and Greg Martin. Hilary and John Block.
Claire and Chris Mann with daughters Katherine and Elizabeth.
Jack Lynch and Pam Yates. Barbara Tober, CeCe Black, and Donald Tober.
Barbara Tober.
Jeff Caldwell, Katie Tozer, and Brooks Huston. Everett and Helen Cook.
John Truex and Linda Buckley.
Kirk Henckels and Fernanda Kellogg. Zibby  and Katie Tozer.
Loli, Alice, Ann, and Simon Roosevelt.
Peter Pennoyer, Katie Ridder, and Susan Perry of Houlihan Lawrence Real Estate, one of the weekend sponsors. Chris Spitzmiller and Georgina Schaeffer.
Joan and Jay McLaughlin, Jack Lynch, and Debbie Montgomery.
Scott Corzine and Anna Bergman. Lorna Graev and Nancy Henze.
Nuns from the Sisters of Life Community in Amenia, NY.
Millbrook Hunt Hounds with Carol Philhower, Nancy Stahl MFH, Donald Philhower, Mario Rinaldi, Fernanda Kellogg, Everett Cook, Parker Gentry MFH, David Hathaway MFH, and John Ike MFH.
Parade of the Millbrook Hunt Hounds.
Millbrook Hounds with Mario Rinaldi, Fernanda Kellogg, Everett Cook, and Parker Gentry.
Millbrook Hounds and Donald Tober, Parker Gentry, David Hathaway, and Barbara Tober.
Blue Jean Ball Tent.
Fernanda Kellogg and Kirk Henckels.
This past Saturday, July 18th, artist Arthur Carter opened his solo exhibition at the Southampton Arts Center, which features an array of sculptures, paintings and drawings. There to celebrate the artist was his gallerist Leila Heller, Ellen and Rob Wiesenthal, Frank Ginsberg, Gerry and Kelly Pasciucco, Margie Stern, Cynthia and Donald Frank as well as well-wishers, art enthusiasts and East Enders. Guests mingled indoor and outdoors admiring Carter’s sculptures meticulously crafted from bronze, and stainless steel.

Prior to his career as a dedicated artist, Carter was successful finance professional and publisher. He believes his no-nonsense approach to finance extends to his art in many ways.  “The simpler the economics are, the better; if you don’t understand it, you don’t do it. Purity in both design function means never dilute, never diffuse, and never bloat.”

The Arthur Carter exhibition at the Southampton Arts Center, 25 Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY, runs from July 18th to August 9th.
Linda and Arthur Carter.
Donald Frank, Cynthia Frank, Linda Carter, Margie Stern, Leila Gerry, and Kelly Pasciucco.
Daniel Hamparsumyan, Ellen Wiesenthal, and Arthur Carter. Arthur Carter and Frank Ginsberg.
Linda Carter, Ellen Wiesenthal, and Margie Stern.
An art enthusiast.