the TWA flight center

the TWA flight center


I forgot to include my TWA jaunt in the previous post about my summertime journeys in and out of New York City I think going to the airport does not appear like a journey per se, particularly since the only airplane I got on was strongly stayed with the ground, having actually been transformed into a bar.

We collected at JFK simply a week after the grand opening of the TWA hotel complex in the previous TWA Flight Center, which had actually been closed for almost 20 years. For enthusiasts of mid-century style, style, and history, hanging out in this whopper of an area created by Eero Saarinen in the early 1960 s is an astonishing, nostalgia-inducing experience, even if you weren’t born till the very end of the 70 s like me. The interior of the lobby/ bar/ dining establishment location has actually been fastidiously re-done, causing the sensation not that you remain in a retro set-piece, however rather that you remain in a specific reproduction of the Jet Age elegance that was the initial TWA terminal.

I nearly wept when I heard that once-familiar noise of a million birds flapping their wings and recognized that they had restored an analog arrivals/ departures board (which was later on set to ask, “Will you wed me?”– somebody’s creative marital relationship proposition that I missed out on while hectic trying out TWA-branded tennis shoes in the hotel shop).

Anyhow, I’ll let the images promote themselves.

The Sunken Lounge, with a view out to Connie, the aircraft that has actually been transformed into a barroom.





A display of TWA uniforms throughout the years, curated by the New york city Historic Society.


Among the dining establishments upstairs.


And a view below among the upstairs bar locations.


Connie on the tarmac.


You can peek inside the cockpit.


And after that take a seat for a beverage.


You’ll be served by waiters using lovable retro clothing (consisting of the tennis shoes that are for sale in the present store).


It was extremely unusual to take a trip an hour and a half to the airport simply to consume mixed drinks and go house, however it is likewise real that never ever in my life has my jaw dropped open in marvel at airport architecture and design.

I was back in JFK with 2 travel suitcases, a heavy knapsack and another uncomfortable carry-on bag recently, and not one part of me seemed like getting a beverage in a various terminal prior to my flight, so I’m extremely thankful we took time to go to while both unharried and calm (and well-dressed).