the Mudd Club book release event

It was an evening of time travel
walking around squinting
like at a high school reunion
trying to see the young person
in the old person in front of you
But better
At a high school reunion
you have nothing in common
with anyone
At this reunion
I felt as if anyone
who were still alive
got it

And then I went home
and opened the book
and there I was
a very young Ingrid
with Meling o mel mud club
behind Richard’s hand
waiting to get in

If you were not there – get the book
If you were there – and are still alive
Get it and enjoy being back.

 

 

so what’s up with Queens?

I never went to Queens.
Ever
in the old days.
Never.
Queens???

Not until 2013
when we got lost
on our way to Kristofer’s photo exhibit

and met these guys.15219527_10155597245627516_6225066272914379982_n kopia.jpg
I was allowed on one of their bikes
Would not ever happen
with their Manhattan colleagues
The once on 3rd street

 

 

 

 

Now I’ve been twice to the Korean bath1455990_10152405904932516_1404257474_nFour times to basements in Flushing to eat sublime Chinese dimsum.jpg

 

And then recently when I took the F-train to Forest Hills to visit Odella. On the way there, a lady sitting next to me opened a fancy box that contained a huge expensive looking pastry with fresh berries on top. She ate it all by herself with pleasure on a crowded F-train. On the way back to Manhattan a female clown in full costume and makeup got on at the Roosevelt Ave stop. She put on her glasses and then quietly read something on her phone

And all this happened in Queens

 

The guy in white on the Lower East Side

He wanders and wanders and wanders
back and forth.
I see him on Houston Street
or Delancey
Sometime I see him moving the trash-can
from one side of the street-corner
to the other
and then,
he moves it back again

He is always in white
clean, crips white

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He never talks,
until the other day
out of the blue
he asked me for a quarter
and then said thanks
when I handed
him a dollar.

I need my quarters for the laundry.

Somebody said he lives on Orchard Street
He is one of those
New York mysteries.

 

Us Swedes on the Lower East Side

I am starting this blog with a mood-photo from a walk home one summer evening with my husband Johan and my friend Kris who I went to high-school with. All three with our roots in Stockholm but now re-planted since decades on the lower east side of Manhattan.

This blog will not be much text. More like just photos and little reflections from what I see in my daily life here and maybe some recommendations of really great dive-bars and neighborhood restaurants.

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