(Can you spot the spinners? The David Rubenstein Atrium at Lincoln Center, NYC. All pics enlarge)
Whorling around town on Monday evenings with the super-swell Spin City Meet-up has made me emphatically aware of the value of decent public space––woefully lacking in this city. What constitutes decency? Well, I reckon we've met in a space with nightclub lighting (the SONY atrium), an abandoned performance space (the former Altria branch of the Whitney Museum), a colossal palm preserve (the World Financial Center's Winter Garden), and a sub-basement (30 Rockefeller Center), among others. In the sparingly grandiose atrium lobby of the latter, your subterranean descent is brilliantly camouflaged by Joie – Crystal Waterfall, a mind-bogglingly breathtaking chandelier. A HUGE shout out to Hanna Birmans, the young woman who planned out and with another woman tied the knots––talk about interlacement! That is craft.
An Unassuming Surprise
If you're looking for a sophisticated, but pleasant needlework respite, the above photo speaks for itself. Claudy Jongstra's fiber wall, and the vertical gardens both soothed and wowed me entering this superb atrium, artfully housing the day-of-discount ticket center for the Lincoln Center campus; it also duplifies as a performance space. Comfortable furniture, appropriate lighting and free wi-fi (in case you forgot your pattern and need to look it up). The 'Witchcraft Cafe has fine food and a small bar––totally adult. The overall effect the space seemingly has on visitors besides enjoyment, is one of respect; the unisex bathroom was extraordinarily clean without the constant presence of a custodian. I was duly impressed. This is the place to be. Catch a free performance, knit a few rows, sip a few drinks, spin a yarn.
A big shot out to my fellow spinners, especially Jody, who I hadn't seen since our annual holiday party. We helped her learn to spin; now she turned up with a Louet Victoria––you GO girl! And a huge hug to Donna, a spectacular spinner, Tech Designer to the Marc Ecko Empire, and our intrepid organizer, guiding our caravan throughout the city.