Disclosure: This isn't a Westchester entry. It takes place in Duchess. Paul and I drove up Route 9 along the Hudson to the lovely Beacon, where we visited Dia, an art museum where you are not allowed to take pictures. I asked permission after snapping this one, so I consider myself within the realm of ethics ... somewhat ... by publishing it here. This is an Andy Warhol installation called "Shadows." There are some awesomely comfy couches right in the middle of the room, perfect for considering the paintings. And the light streaming in from windows near the roof. And also perfect for my wait at the end of the day for Paul to finish up looking at art.
The building itself is gorgeous -- a former box-printing factory for Nabisco, right on the gleaming Hudson. Favorites: huge line drawings designed by the late Sol LeWitt, and a panoramic wall installation of vintage postcards, by Zoe Leonard.
Then we drove home the quick way (via I-87) as it got dark, visited with our baby nephew for an hour or two, got groceries, and went home to cook a very late supper: roast chicken, which we ate piping hot and crackling on slices of wheat bread with butter, and a glass each of Terra Andina carmenere. Is there anything better at midnight?
And that's Paul, pulling apart the roasted chicken even though it was still so hot it burned his fingers. Delicious.
