What to do on NYE in NYC

Spotted at Omen, an Italian's gripe, shows closing soon

A few weeks ago, I was surprised with a perfect Chelsea excursion on a frigid day: coffees in a cab, Matthew Marks for Ellsworth Kelly: Black and White, David Zwirner for Richard Serra: Every Which Way, Gagosian for works by Jeff Wall, Paula Cooper for Cecily Brown: The 5 Senses, more galleries and book stores, the Whitney, and then pizza. Most of these shows are still open and fantastic; all of this is exactly why we live here, no?

A few weeks before that, Mei’s agent invited several influencers and their friends to a preview of the Public Hotel’s private igloo dining, something they’re trying to publicize lately. It’s a set of round bubbles with circular bench seating, fitted with doors and hinged vents in case the warmth of a heater, body temperatures, candles, and a fondue flame make the enclosures too steamy. The experience was reminiscent of some pandemic outdoor dining ideas, but on a high rooftop, with an almost 360 view of downtown Manhattan.