My weekend kicked off Friday afternoon with a preview of the Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art. I’m typically not a fan of avant garde art, but the space yielded great Instagram photos was fascinating. Her repeated attempts at creating infinity were simultaneously captivating and haunting. Also, I wore a polka dot dress not knowing Kusama frequently used dots in her work. Continue reading
This weekend’s outing: a walk through the Waterloo Arts District. One of those hipster artsy areas in the middle of an urban neighborhood: specifically the Collinwood area. Where I attended high school. Having grown up ripping and running these streets, it’s odd to see them as “hip,” but the neighborhood has long been on my exploration bucket list.
I wasn’t in the mood to do a lot of socializing, but I did walk up and down the streets taking photos like a weirdo. The area is heavy on murals, which is perfect for wandering around outside.
Before I fell in love with New Orleans, Chicago was my favorite city in the world. Having interned there in the summer of 2005, it holds a special place in my heart as the only place outside Ohio I’ve ever called “home.” I’ve made a few quick jaunts to the city since 2005, but never during the summer. And listen. Chicago is magical in the summer. Overdue for some Summertime Chi, I visited my friend and Chicago native Ashleigh while she worked a two-day astrology conference; giving me two days of solo wandering around downtown Chicago.