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 wolf week (the sum of seven dog days) of August…
At the Franklin Avenue subway stop in Brooklyn, there is a tiny but poignant tribute to the queen. Read More
The north-east corner of Houston and Bowery is extremely leafy and I’ve never asked why. I’ve walked by this spot countless times without giving it a second thought. The other day I was hurrying to the Broadway/Lafayette subway station. I walked past an open gate, stopped, and went back to do a double take.
I’d never noticed it open before. Was my timing lucky, or had I just never really looked before? A sign in colorful chalk proclaimed, “All welcome to come in”. Who was I to refuse?
I stepped into the gate and my jaw dropped. A lush, green, beautiful garden secreted away in the middle of Manhattan! It was like stepping into a totally different world. Read More
I should be packing right now, instead of writing this blog post. Should have been packing for the last 90 minutes, really, but instead I dicked around the internet, procrastinating on writing this blog post. But here we are.
I’m so excited to move. I’m leaving an apartment that never felt like home, that I signed a sublease for in a mild state of panic, worried I wouldn’t find anything else. Knowing I’d never find anything nearly as cheap. Ever. I’ll never, ever find a rent as cheap as I’ve been paying this past year. It’s been a nice perk. Too bad time is money is the truest of all clichés. New Yorker know that better than anyone.
My commute into Manhattan from here has been awful: an hour at the luckiest, 2 if a passenger gets sick at Union Square or a signal malfunctions. Ya know, things that happen on any given Tuesday these days. With my boyfriend living and working in Queens, it’s really felt like a long distance relationship.
You know you have something special in New York if you can make it work between Brooklyn and Flushing, Queens.
I tell people I’m moving and that’s invariably the follow-up question.
I happened upon a street sale in the East Village. Mannequins dolled up in sequins, vintage suitcases of “SHORTS” for sale all under the back drop of colorful street art. Everything on this corner of 1st Avenue and 2nd Street feels like it could almost be an art installation.
Things must sell better when surrounded by art, don’t you think? This East Village sidewalk sale entrepreneur knew what they were doing. Read More
Our days of outdoor New York City summer fun are numbered. The end of August traditionally marks a realization that I haven’t done nearly as many outdoor summer events as I’d planned! It’s now time for the mad scramble to do as many as possible before all my sundresses and picnic supplies get packed away!
Fortunately, one of my favorite outdoor events of the entire summer is always at the end of August. This weekend, Governor’s Island is hot to trot for
Why do I love this event so much?
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 hump week of August…
Standing on the Q train, I watched a young girl play with her Pusheen Cat key chain and her Statue of Liberty souvenir. It was so adorable and uplifting. Seriously, in this one fleeting moment, zooming along under the streets of New York City. I had a glimmer of hope for America’s global reputation with future generations. Read More
This is a guest post by an anonymous Blighty bloke (just learned that is British slang for England!) Best read with a British accent, believe me. This blog will throw you back 15 years to 2003, photographs, popular films, and all. Read on for that true culture shock of visiting NYC for the very first time.
If there is one city on earth that the first time you visit, you want to adhere to the stereotypes, it’s New York City. The people, the buildings, the shopping, the bars, the sports teams: they are all there and magnified 200% by the gloss of relentless media coverage. I can’t think of a city that has featured as a backdrop to more important films, TV series’, magazines, bed covers, posters and record covers than New York.
This was the New York City I came to as a 19 year-old back in 2003. I had volunteered myself as a Camp Councillor at a US summer camp in Connecticut. But first a two day orienteering session in the Big Apple. Bring it on.
I arrived into JFK at almost midnight, the place was huge and bustling, even at that hour. After retrieving my luggage and finding our guide, we were shuffled onto a bus bound for Columbia University. I went to look at my watch…”Oh shit, my watch, where is it?” Terrific, I’d been in town less than an hour and already had been pick-pocketed. Better not tell my parents that in the first phone call home. That was a cliché I could have done without. Read More
