Jean Paul Gaultier, Brooklyn, and Some Guy.

So today, after being a good girl and getting some things done this morning, I went to the Brooklyn Museum to see "The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier: From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk" Exhibit. There may or may not have been a man friend that I met recently who tagged along. I convinced myself I wasn't allowed to walk out of the house without a scarf and BOY was I glad I had it. Anyway, so the museum was very nice! I'm not sure what I was expecting really. It's in this area of Brooklyn I would LOVE to move to immediately called Park Slope. Or it's really close to it anyway.

So we walk into the exhibit and this is more or less what we see:

Jean Paul himself, (the thing spoke and everything it was so creepy) and multiple mannequins all with different, famous looks of his. The exhibit was actually much larger than I was expecting so that was awesome. I loved the details they gave about each look too, telling who wore it, if anyone, and where to, etc. Really great stuff. I only maybe just a little wish I had gone by myself so I could have lingered over each look for days which, being fashion inclined as I am, would not have been very hard for me in the least. It still wasn't too bad having someone else around to share thoughts with though.

This was in another area of the exhibit and it took both of us a second to realize that each of the three mannequins had body systems on them. One had all the bones, one had the muscular system and the last one was something that I honestly can't remember because apparently I was too stuck on the black, sequined brassiere/corset-as-bones number. I would without a doubt love to wear that as a Halloween costume. It's the black number you see in the photo above actually. 

... speaking of corsets ;). This was probably one of my favorite parts of the exhibit. There were at least 8 different corsets he'd made on display and I loved each and every one of them but that little goldy was definitely my favey. The exhibit on the whole was much larger than I expected it to be which is always a lovely surprise in and of itself.

Here's a couple more shots from other parts of the museum.

Monet

My spirit animal (jk because I'm not entirely sure about that). Rawr.

Guess who's coming for dinner? ...a piano

Man oh man I love museums. I think the Getty is still my alltime favorite though. But we'll see what MoMA and the Met have to say about that. After the museum, we were both hungry so we walked a couple blocks south and found ourselves on 7th Ave I think it was. I COULD LIVE IN PARK SLOPE. I WANT TO LIVE IN PARK SLOPE. It's gorgeous and hopefully not as expensive as Manhattan but still hipstery and cool and ugh, I just love it. The vibe there is more the Brooklyn I was looking for. Anyway, so we walked around a bit and ended up going to this Mexican food place called Rancho Alegre. (the irony of a Californian eating Mexican food in Brooklyn, New York was not lost upon me at all). It was pretty alright. Stick to the chile relleños in Cali though my friends. Not quite as tasty on the East Coast. I've already been up and down 5th and 7th Ave in this neighborhood and I've got to say I'm quite impressed. After that, and him trying more than once, though unsuccessfully, to convince me that I needed ice cream, we caught the train and went home. 

Alright, so I was a little nervous with meeting this guy and all but he's pretty cool so it wasn't a bad decision in the end. And he paid for dinner while I helped with the tip. If it's going to be like that every time then I am down for it. But, and maybe you guys can help with this, to be honest, I have no idea if this was a date or not. Do people even still ask, "will you go on a date with me?" anymore? Not "hangout", not "do something together", not "meet-up", a date. Anyone? Lol don't worry about me over here, I'm just your 60+ year old mother who has no idea what's going on anymore. Kids these days. **When a guy notices your nails and your boots, you take note in return. We'll see what happens with that. 

All this going out I've been doing all week really just kind of solidified everything about living here for me though. I love it, it's intoxicating. True, I still have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning, but I can have that problem, no matter the severity, literally anywhere. I am not a morning person, this is fact. But after I get up or once I remember what it is I'm supposed to be doing that day, I get excited! I love being able to get on the train and just go somewhere. I love the sites and walking around everywhere and seeing everything. You see so much more of your city when you're on foot vs. driving around it. Whether you're with someone or by yourself, neither of which I really mind. It's almost like a totally different world. Exploring is everything and I love me some it. I should go back over there by myself one afternoon, get a coffee from some little shop, or a Starbucks because hello, and just walk around. Ha, I should just go do that everywhere. Being able to travel without having to pay for gas all the time and letting someone else worry about the transportation as long as you get your times right is fantastic. And even if you don't get the times right, as long as you give yourself an extra 15 minutes to get there, you'll still make it because trains are like buses yo, there's always another one coming within 5-10 minutes. But the sites, the smells, the people, the cuisine, the transportation, the everything. I love it. I love it here. And at this point, I am most definitely not ever coming back to live in California. Like ever. There's too much of New York I have to conquer and I've got lots of time to do it in now. All I need is a job to keep funding me. Or a wealthy man. Either one works well for me but both would be best in all honesty. ;) now someone just go buy me a fabulous, long gray wool coat and we're all good. xx

Ps. Wedding dress ideas courtesy of the lovely Gaultier.