Nigel Barker, world renowned fashion photographer and judge on America's Next Top Model, is exhibiting photographs and a documentary that provide an intimate look at the lives of the baby harp seals targeted by Canada's annual commercial seal kill.
Nigel took the images this year while he was on the ice in Canada with our Protect Seals team just days before the seal slaughter began. His photographs from the seals' nursery capture the beauty and innocence of these gentle animals.
I intended to be the first one at the exhibit, but since it started two minutes ago I guess I didn't make it. I will go over the weekend and report back on the blog. Hopefully with photos of the photos.
July 25-27, 2008
Visit on the hours of 2, 3 and 4 pm for group tours with Nigel
401 West Street
New York, NY 10014
Last Sunday turned out to be a day pristine for polo and picnicking, so Dudley and I joined the family at the Greenwich Polo Club. Bright sky, bright colors, children, dogs (of course), Champagne (of course), and an amazingly close, exciting match between Peter Brant's White Birch and Peter Orthwein's Airstream. In the end White Birch prevailed at 12 goals to 10.
It seems like everywhere I turn it's baby birdies and baby doggies. This little Frenchie is named Louis. Doesn't it look as though his mouth curls into a smile? He and Dudley had a great time playing. My niece Tatum really got them riled up as the three of them ran up and down the lawn. The Kerry Blue terrier is Dudley's Connecticut girlfriend, Kelsey. She was not so interested in puppy play, but struck a dignified pose when Louis attempted to engage her.
Michele sent photo updates of the baby wild turkeys. She claims to have seen them fly, and it does look like they have fully feathered wings, but I am a bit skeptical. My niece Tatum, who is six for another month, took the picture of the brood crossing the street all in a row.
The other day I walked Dudley down 72nd Street, turned the corner at York Avenue, and came face to mushy face with this guy! His name is Walter. He is just three months old and is the smallest English bulldog I have ever seen. I stopped his owner in his tracks in order to say hello. Walter lives in the new building just next door. He was on his very first (very slow) walk around the block.
The next day, as Dudley and I were heading out again, Walter and his owner (whose name I forget) were walking by our front door. "Stop!" I commanded. "Please give me two seconds to run for my camera!" I handed Dudley off to my neighbor from downstairs, who was outside with her Boston terrier, Fenway. When I returned a small welcome wagon had gathered around Walter, including Sally, the blurry Westy who lives next door. Little Walter was a bit overwhelmed, but enjoyed the attention.