Sentences with phrase «like lobby space»

On the heels of her museum debut, Camil will travel to New York, where she will have a solo show in New Museum's lab - like lobby space, opening in January 2016.

Not exact matches

We lobby state and federal legislators for funding to protect open space for conservation, recreation, and responsible uses like sustainable forestry, farming, and fishing.

Researchers have been lobbying the European Space Agency to put a LIGO - like detector in space — the Evolved Laser Interferometer Space Antenna — sometime in the 2Space Agency to put a LIGO - like detector in space — the Evolved Laser Interferometer Space Antenna — sometime in the 2space — the Evolved Laser Interferometer Space Antenna — sometime in the 2Space Antenna — sometime in the 2030s.

All these fairs, and others, too, were going on at the same time in the same cavernous spaces, which were like the biggest big - box stores ever built, their denizens streaming into the fairgrounds, riding half - mile - long mobile walkways, hitching rides on commuter trains from the beautiful old central railway station so evocative for Paul of prewar Europe, drinking late into the night in the dangerously crowded lobbies of the hotels, hungover and sleepless and hoarse by day, complaining and fibbing and wheedling and smoking and drinking, gorging and lying and drinking and fucking by night, and having the time of their lives.

In just 90 minutes, attendees of this free seminar will learn how to handle stress points of apartment living, including what to do when waiting for the elevator, how to handle your dog in tight spaces like hallways and lobbies when other dogs are around, and how to maneuver around blind corners.

Atrocities like this should be a catalyst for those of us who live in New York to step up and lobby for changes that will shut down places like Yoder's and ensure dogs and other animals trapped in commercial facilities have plenty of space, good veterinary care, exercise and socialization and euthanized humanely only when it is appropriate.

The hotel's lobby will have separate areas with different themes, including a lounge designed like a library, an espresso bar, a shop offering snacks, a work area with tables for writing, a dedicated concierge desk, and a bar with separate dining space.

Hotels will stand out with their exterior, with new built hotels looking like this: You will be welcomed into what Hilton calls a four - zone - lobby, with space to work, play, lounge and eat — more a space to hang out than just check in & out!

Special events will take place in signature Le Méridien Hubs globally; a twist on the traditional hotel lobby space, Le Méridien Hubs provide a coffeehouse - like...

New Space Homeworld «Waypoint»: In Starhawk, Homeworld's are like lobbies.

Exhibition: Erika Vogt, «Stranger Debris Roll Roll Roll,» at the New Museum For her first solo museum presentation, Los Angeles - based installation artist Erika Vogt will fill the lobby gallery with «a dense arrangement of cast plaster and found objects that float in the gallery space like a field of debris.»

With Devon Dikeou's lobby directory boards, the show recalls some steamy spaces for art, like Flamingo East or hotels in the 20s.

It's one thing to encounter a LeWitt wall drawing in a public space like Christie's Rockefeller Center lobby, the New School's 13th Street lobby, or the Museum of Modern Art's fourth - floor Dannheisser Gallery.

SFMOMA now offers free access to ground and second floor spaces housing works like Richard Serra's Sequence (2006), near the lobby of the Snøhetta addition.

Like the Kahn building, the front section of the pavilion is divided into three spaces, with a gracious central glass - walled entrance lobby and café with white - oak floors that incorporate narrow slits as ventilation outlets.

From the lobby, one takes an escalator, which feels like burrowing through a tunnel, to the main galleries on the third floor, where one emerges in a vast white space.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.