a day at the races
upper east side socialites take over hunter college

I had the utmost pleasure of house managing an event today at Hunter College. It was a music recital for local, manhattan (and london... and occasionally jersey city) bred youngsters playing the piano as virtuoso-like as they possibly could.

What I could not get over was how grown up these children were; they had i-phones and do-dad's, make-up, and designer outfits. The boys were looking sharp in their argyle. They all emulated their socialite/wealthy musician/upper east-west-greenwich- parents.

I was in awe of what it must be like to be born into privilege; of what it must be like to wake up in the morning and already be in manhattan; of what it must be like to take a cab instead of the god-awful underground railroad.

These kids, some of them talented, some of the divas, some of them who should not quit their day job, kept it real. They got up there and remained calm, breezed through mistakes, did not cry or fuss. 

I did find it expected that many of the parents, obviously, were musicians or stage-mom's who unsecretely wanted to be performers. The latter never cease to ignite my deepest loathing. They are the most obnoxious, gucci bearing, unattractive creatures to ever be spawned out of the arts. 

happy mother's day,
m