There’s a stretch of 6th Avenue in Chelsea where you’ll find a lot of large, name brand stores: Bed Bath and Beyond, Old Navy, Lowes, etc. In contrast to this display of consumerism, there’s also some spectacular street art in the area.
Get off the F train at the 16th Street west side exit and you’ll run right into a vibrant, important reminder from artist Jason Naylor:
It’s the day after Labor Day which means most publications have moved unabashedly into FALL! AUTUMN! PUMPKIN! BOOTS! fever. Not mine. This week’s highs are in the 90s and I’m still high on summer lovin’ life, damn it! I have every intention of remaining so until the stroke of midnight on the official equinox, Saturday September 22nd!
Happily, there is one place in NYC where it always feels like summer.
Every Friday I feature some fleeting moments from my week that made me stop and think, “I’m so lucky to live in NYC!” And maybe some that made me think, “Bahaha this city is ridiculous and I love it.” Here we go for this heat wave last week of August…
Lying on the grass of the Bryant Park lawn, I looked up and saw a bearded man in white. He was standing there alone, looking vaguely lost, awkward, and…priestly. Huh. The funny thing is, in New York City it’s difficult to know if he’s a legit man-of-the-cloth, a Star Wars fanatic, or an actor shooting a comedy sketch! What do you think? Read More
You’ll never catch me on the New York subway without my headphones. These small ear-shaped miracles allow me to live in a glorious fantasy world where men never make suggestive comments, no one plays Candy Crush with the goddamn sound on, and I can listen to a vast assortment of incredible podcasts. The best ones suck me in and are so absorbing I forget I’m in public, on the subway.
My most recent discovery is Ear Hustle, a podcast all about life in prison, produced and shared by inmates in an actual California prison. I’ve been bingeing the first two seasons and keep finding myself awkwardly choked up on my commute. So many of the stories are heart breaking, and refreshingly humanizing.
I’m certainly not the only one who’s found myself emotional on the traditionally stone-faced MTA commute. I asked some fellow podcast lovers to share.
A year into our relationship, my boyfriend and I had fallen into a serious rut. Every day, we were just going through the motions, did our words even hold meaning anymore?
Those two words, so bland and vanilla you’d freely speak them to your geriatric neighbor across the hall, are how we greeted each other every single day we didn’t wake up together. Was this how it was going to be for the rest of our lives!?
Eduardo Kobra, whose stellar Michael Jackson mural I shared a few weeks ago, hasn’t left New York City yet! Last week a brand new piece went up along the High Line in Chelsea, just blocks from the site of his first iconic NYC mural. I couldn’t be more thrilled!
The mural colorfully depicts two of the most selfless souls the world has ever known, Mother Theresa and Mahatma Gandhi.
You know what the end of August means: back-to-school time! I celebrated in the most appropriate way possible for a child-free, 32 year-old, New Yorker: seeing Mean Girls on Broadway with two of my best friends from grade school!
It might be hard to believe but we had even more fun watching the show than we did posing for this picture. Read More
