Bon Appetit!

There’s nothing like a delicious family dinner at home on a Saturday night!

 

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“KEVIN! YOU SPENT $967 ON ROOM SERVICE!”


Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, by far, was one of the greatest movies I have ever seen. I have probably seen this movie close to hundred times, and I still can’t stop laughing every time Marv has a brick thrown to his head off a three story building by 10 year old Kevin McAllister, played by the childhood star Macaulay Culkin. Now before I continue, if there is any doubt as to whether or not Home Alone 2 is artwork I would like to state that film is a form of art and that Home Alone 2 is in fact a film, therefore Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is art. As a kid, if you asked me what Home Alone 2 was about, my exact words would be, “this is a movie about a 10 year old boy, lost in New York, that beats the crap out of two mean burglars in a house full of booby traps. It’s funny!” Ask me the same question today, I would still tell you the same exact thing. But revisiting the movie as an adult, I found that Home Alone 2 also presents a thorough juxtaposition between the wealthy and the poor of New York City in addition to the hilarious climax of the film.

In case you haven’t seen Home Alone 2, and if you haven’t you are deprived individual, the film is about a 10-year old boy, Kevin McAllister, who is separated from his family and ends up on a plane to New York City during the Christmas season. As he travels New York City alone, he experiences the life of a wealthy individual residing in the famous Plaza Hotel and the life of a homeless person taking refuge in Central Park. Although this is only an underlying plot that eventually segues into Kevin trying to stop two criminals from robbing a toy store, the film presents a great deal of insight into the two very distinguishable classes.

Towards the beginning of Home Alone 2, Kevin manages to purchase a magnificent suite at the Plaza Hotel, outside beautiful Central Park, with his father’s credit card. To this day, I can’t think of any other place in New York City that symbolizes the wealthy class more than the Plaza Hotel. In order to emphasize the wealthy class of people that stay at the Plaza Hotel the director, Chris Columbus, decides to have Donald Trump even make a cameo appearance where he gives Kevin directions to the front desk. Even the appearance of the Plaza Hotel sheds a vibe of wealth. Every shot of the hotel inside and out, from the rooms, to the lobby, and even the pool are all stunning. While Kevin resides in the Plaza Hotel, he finds the wealthy life to be very enticing; Kevin doesn’t think twice before ordering one of the nicest rooms in the hotel, room service, and a limo with a personal driver. He even has his underwear dry cleaned! My perception of the wealthy class in New York City always brings me to look back on little Kevin McAllister and his adventures in the Plaza Hotel.

Sadly, the rich life is cut short for Kevin when the hotel manager realizes that the credit card is declared stolen and chases him out of the hotel. Left with nowhere to go, Kevin wanders Central Park at night alone where he encounters the more ominous side to New York City. Kevin finds himself running past what appear to be bums, crazies, prostitutes, and disfigured taxicab drivers. Luckily, a pigeon lady finds Kevin and shows him a lifestyle that reflects a different life filled with hardships that continue to pester the streets of New York City. The less fortunate side of New York City accentuates how highly the wealthy actually live as opposed to those who barely have enough money to afford a place to sleep. If the Plaza Hotel looked great before, it looked like heaven after being found among the real city dwellers.

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is important to me because it displayed two sides of New York City that I had never seen before as a young boy myself. Since I lived in Queens, I never saw the wealthy life of those who lived in the Plaza Hotel or the desperate life of a homeless person trying to survive on the ruthless streets of New York City after sunset. This film will affect my perception of New York City forever because it was one of the first impressions I obtained of New York City as a kid.

Beautiful

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A few reminders for posting

Hi all,

Please remember a few things when you’re writing the weekly blog assignment and uploading your photojournal.

1. Include a TITLE Continue reading

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Swingin’

The swing that I come to for inspiration on cool, breezy nights.

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“And charge it please!”

 

 

 

 

 

“I am Eloise. I am six. I am a city child. I live at the Plaza.” This was perhaps my favorite sentence when I was a kid. Like many girls, I loved the Eloise books, but for me, they weren’t just fantastical stories, they were about a girl living the dream. Growing up in a New Jersey suburb, going to Manhattan was an exciting weekend activity. There was nothing I wanted more than to live there. Better yet, to live in the Plaza!

The Plaza had become the quintessential image of upscale New York for me. Rich guests from all over the world, a beautiful building and location, and of course, room service. Sure, my view was a bit skewed because my facts came from a story about a six year old girl who lived there and walked around like she owned the place, but I thought there was no better place on earth. I dreamed about living there, attending a gala there, even staying for just one night.

I even got to see the Plaza in person one weekend. I was smitten with the enormous, regal building. I saw people walking in and out and envied them. They just looked so posh, and there I was, a kid in jeans and a sweatshirt spending the day with her family. Of course I was quickly rushed off as we were walking somewhere else, but the image stuck: the Plaza was clearly the classiest place to be.

Even now, mentioning the Plaza brings to mind fancy rooms, extravagant parties, and wealthy people from around the world. I am not ashamed to say I still fantasize about spending a night there. Unfortunately, the $1000 a night rates are a bit out of my price range. (Birthday present anyone?)

Apparently, I’m not the only girl who feels this way as the Plaza has just introduced the Eloise Suite. You can stay in a room modeled after the one in the book, go to an Eloise themed tea party, and generally have the best night of your life. (Yes, I am a 5 year old at heart. Thanks for noticing.)

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So Empty…

 

Didn’t think Main St. could be this quiet.

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Another day at work

        

I’m a working man Son… but I ain’t no sucka. (A Bronx Tale)

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Uprising

 

“Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined” -Muse

Went to the city today to my first rally ever! Feeling a bit rebellious at the moment! 🙂

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Inspirational

Right by my house. The entire sky was orange and breathtakingly beautiful.  Makes me want to sit down and write.

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Best. Food. Ever.

This is my favoritist food ever! It’s called “molokheya,” in English Jew’s Mallow. This vegetable is picked from the ground, chopped up, and added to chicken soup and a garlic mixture.  It really brings me back to Egypt, they eat it directly from the ground; it’s fresh and tastes amazing. Here in America we have no choice but to buy it frozen and processed, which doesn’t taste nearly as good.  We are lucky enough to grow it in our backyard, so I get to taste a little bit of Egypt anytime!

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