Subway Samurai (life)

Yesterday, a friend and I had a little city adventure. We began by going to the Guggenheim, which is without a major exhibit at the moment. We wandered around the Kandinsky Gallery and then through a personal collection. Showing me just how much I've become fascinated by design, I was much more drawn by the sight of a completely uniform Guggenheim spiral, created by it's lack of an exhibit, than the art in the annexes.

After a little bit of time there, we made our way down Central Park and ended up at the Met. The Frank Lloyd Wright exhibit was closed which made me sad. But, we got some good time with the artifacts of Ancient Egypt and compelling paintings. We went to the Anglo Mania exhibit; where punk was juxtaposed with the furniture of Jane Austin. A crazy bird lady will most likely be a featured player in my next nightmare.

When we realized we were starving, we took to the subway in search of Mexican food. On the platform, waiting for a train, was a man in some type of samurai outfit. He looked like he had just taken part in some ancient stick fighting and had wooden version of the armor we had just seen in the museum. Because I was in a lack-of-food-induced haze, I couldn't focus on the conversation my friend and I were having. In stead, I sat there wondering if he would let me knock on his chest, just to see what it was like.