Weekends are sacrosanct and a time for family and friends. I’m up at 6am on weekdays, so I relish sleeping in until 8am. We live right across from Central Park, so my mornings begin with a brisk walk with our two dogs – Boswell, a five-year-old goldendoodle, and Wolsey, a russell terrier puppy. They’re allowed off the lead before 9am and I enjoy the spectacle of New York’s quirky subculture of dog owners.
I’m careful about what I eat, but not on Saturdays, when I indulge in pâtisserie from Madison Avenue favourite EAT. Then I like to pop into peer institutions to see the latest exhibitions. MoMA, the Whitney and galleries like David Zwirner and Gagosian are wonderful places to see well-established modern artists like Yayoi Kusama, Richard Serra and Henry Moore; and many smaller spaces are staging museum-level installations, which is great research ahead of our Met Breuer launch.
Afterwards my wife Phoebe and I might have lunch at The Standard Grill, followed by a stroll back uptown along the High Line. I don’t shop much, but we’ll stop at Barneys, where I’ll treat myself to a new Kiton or Charvet tie, or the Zegna suits I like. Further up Madison we’ll visit Bardith to browse the excellent Chinese porcelain; we’re not serious collectors, but like to buy plates and bowls for our 18th-century home in rural Connecticut. I also love Crawford Doyle Booksellers for the latest biographies and art tomes.
After reading stacks of art catalogues and Instagramming the day’s visual finds, Phoebe and I will head out for drinks and dinner. If we’re in the mood for something casual, it will be Antonucci for excellent fried artichokes; if we’re feeling swell, then it’s Bemelmans Bar at The Carlyle for a Negroni and oysters, great jazz and people-watching. For a change of scene, we like the Village or NoHo. I enjoy the vibrant mix of young people – very different to the Upper East Side – and great Italian food at both Il Buco and Carbone. I tend to eat fish during the week, so I’ll have pappardelle with duck sugo or thick-cut lamb chops.
Sundays begin with The New York Times and breakfast with our daughter Honor . Mid-morning I like to visit the Met to walk the galleries and see the ways people are interacting with the art; I find it both humbling and inspiring.
Lunch is almost always at Serafina, where we share wood-fired pizzas and the straccetti del Tuscolo, a delicious grilled steak with olive oil and herbs. I like everything about this place.
On a beautiful afternoon we’ll visit The Cloisters, a country escape within the city. I love the romance of the medieval gardens, the views overlooking the Hudson and the Unicorn Tapestries. I don’t push Honor to join us for these cultural outings, but she’ll often come along of her own accord.
Late afternoons usually involve swimming at nearby Asphalt Green. I find doing 24 lengths deeply relaxing and come out feeling ready for anything. I also like to jog around Central Park’s reservoir, which is a manageable two and a half miles door to door.
Sunday evenings are spent at home with Thai takeaway from Harvest, watching one of our favourite TV series like House of Cards or a film. Phoebe likes depressing movies where everyone dies, whereas I prefer science fiction like The Hunger Games; the more cyborgs the better. I’m in bed by 11pm – the week ahead could involve accompanying curators to China or attending one of the world’s art fairs, and I’m always keen to catch up on much-needed sleep.