First Night At BroMu

Once a month the Brooklyn Museum (among many other museums in New York) hosts ‘First Night’. This remarkable event occurs every first Saturday. It is something to see and something to celebrate with good friends and good food and interesting art.

These are my dancin‘ feet:

They are not to be confused with my ‘just standing there feet’. For one thing, they are on this sick lit dance floor and even if I wasn’t listening to crazy drum beats with hundreds of crazy Brooklynites I’d be dancing, just. because. of. the. floor.

One of the major perks about First Night is that it’s always accompanied with an outrageous dance party.


Oh and it’s open until way crazy late (as I think all museums should be all the time).

Oh. AND all the exhibits are open and free too.

What a recipe for fun.

Here’s the one thing I illegally unknowingly snapped from the Kiki Smith exhibit. It’s a clump of thorns.

No. It’s a heart! Check out that shadow.
“Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.”
Kiki just gets it. In that ‘I hate men’ kind of way. High-five, sister.
FYI – Kiki Smith’s Sojourn is going strong ’til Fall
If it’s been a while since you’ve been to First Night I suggest dusting it off. This is my favorite ‘just girls’ picture of the evening. With all that feminism everywhere it just didn’t feel “right” to document any men.

If you’re in the neighborhood for fun, and for Brooklyn – a beautiful combo. I suggest this white wonder of bloom and spring and Brooklyn – museum that is.

Categories: I LOVE New York

1 reply »

  1. WOW! Sounds like you had so much fun!! You lead a really cool life! I love reading your posts. That photo of all the girls is so pretty. I love the soft feel of the background.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s



Crawling home on all fours after celebrating at the epic Puppy Par-tay my brother and sister-in-law put on for my dog nephew, Milo tonight. It was everything and more, complete with a bone-shaped swimming pool. #dreamtheimpawssibledream 🤘#livewithnoregrets We otter go exploring more rivers. 😍
#lifeachievementunlocked A Mama said there’d be days like this😍
Totally alone in the Natural History Museum’s Hall of Mammals for hours! Hashtag Blessed. It’s 1 AM. Do you know where your mini gummi bears are? 
#fairgame #latenightinthestudio #goodbyeoctober We’re celebrating today. I opened my eyes to Matt  crowing, “Amber! Wake up. They made it!” We have been following the inspiring pilgrimage of my mom @incredimombo & sister @prilliegirl_shakazoozoo via text & @instagram for weeks. They set out to trek across Spain a month and a half ago. This morning they walked their 500th mile and crossed into Santiago. Having read a lot about their journey before they set out to do it, I felt concerned at their determination. The Camino is not easy. It requires walking 10-20 miles a day 7 days a week. You have to carry everything you need on your back. The toll is physical, mental & spiritual. Many prepared and experienced hikers do not make it to the end of the journey the first or second time they attempt it. ☀️ So we’re dreaming impossible dreams and celebrating too. It would seem today is a good day to set out to do the impossible. When we moved to Utah I was sure I’d been too spoiled by my childhood on the ocean and my twenties in Brooklyn, to ever find anything to love in the desert. I fully planned on dying of boredom. I don’t know what I’ll do when we outgrow this little Wasatch apartment of ours! Watching the Sun kiss the mountains goodnight from our tiny balcony is beyond description. This picture doesn’t begin to do it justice. Home again. I'm leaving Adobe Max and Las Vegas prouder of human beings than I have been since kindergarten. This week, I danced my brains out while Mark Ronson dj'd, had Johnathan Adler speak directly to my soul, learned things I've been trying to understand on my own, met so many of my idols and took my art to a level I've been striving for. I marveled at the depth of creativity in the world, (& of course, I saw Britney, b**tch.) Vegas is so beautiful and bright & strong.
%d bloggers like this: