Namaste

Washington DC is one of my favorite cities to visit. Not only is it a quick weekend getaway from NYC, but you can absorb yourself in art, history, nightlife, shopping, or eating. As you can tell, I really don't need a reason to slide down the East Coast, but for those who might, DC Yoga Week is just over the horizon.

As pulled from The Washingtonian, DC Yoga Week will run from Saturday, April 12 through Friday, April 18, and feature discounted classes and gear, tips, advice, and- weather permitting- yoga on the National Mall. Volunteers and instructors will be on site to advise any newbies, or pass tips onto seasoned regulars, and for locals, it's a great way to sample yoga studios in your hood, and decide which may be for you.

Above all, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's that time of the year again to get out and do something to make your body happy!

It's a tall claim to say that new art trumps the classics. After all, they are the Master's, and without then we'd be scribbling dots on paper and hanging it behind glass. However, in the world of MySpace's, Facebook's and Google-shall-inherit-the-Earth, it's ultimately true that an exhibit enabling the digital age to interfere with our perception of art would attract as much attention as its Web forefathers.

Enter: Dreams, an exhibit at the Hirshhorn at the Smithsonian that showed me new art really can be more than over funded hippies splattering paint on newspaper.
While I won't give the logistics away, Dreams captures you by making you a piece of the art several times- an effect I really loved working at MoMA and being part of the Richard Serra exhibit! Though a few of the works in this collection get a little too avante garde for the normal joe to enjoy, a good number of them are completely, 100% open to interpretation... always a sign of good work, when everyone and anyone is pulled in.



It is my total recommendation that you lay down the cash for the drive, shack up at the Hotel Helix, a short cab ride away in Dupont Chttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifircle, and an art hotel at its best, and catch the laser tunnels of clarity, disgusting speeches of digital puppetry, looping monologues that mimic the very action of sleep, and captivating new mediums of this exhibit before it disappears to reveal Part II.

Part II opens on June 19th, just short of Cherry Blossom season, but also worth a trip none the less, when our chilly East Coast weather has relaxed a bit.

For more information on Dreams, see:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/

http://www.gosmithsonian.com/

Pre-Cherry Blossom Festival

I feel silly to even mention this, but prior to this weekend, I was completely ignorant about wine in a can.

A few weeks ago my intern was telling a really funny story about being stuck on the train tracks in rural PA, and running out to buy a jug of wine, but I was stuck to the theory that this jug was pale green with a tiny handle and three little X's. Cartoon style.

Imagine my surprise when I was introduced to Sofia: sparkling mini wine cans developed by, who else, but Francis Ford himself. Perhaps named after the mini sparkling personality of his daughter, these cans are small but pack a punch, and best of all, you can hold them while wandering the room, making them prime party drinks.