I’m a ball of anxiety. Any minute I may stress-vomit all over the world.
By “world” I mean the Trump Tower Globe at Columbus Circle.
I see his name all over the city, and NOT because there are TRUMP-PENCE signs in the windows of Manhattan apartments. Read More
Let’s be honest: every Halloween, I’m still a little sad I can’t go trick-or-treating. There’s nothing like it as an adult. Or so I thought until last week, when I went on a Brooklyn Chocolate Tour. I’m not making this up!
For four hours, I joined a group of tourists from places like Arkansas and Brazil, learned a thing or 20 from charming, Brooklyn-born tour guide, and stuffed my face with incredible chocolate. No big kids threw eggs at us. I didn’t have to wear a weather-appropriate costume. The places we visited would never dream of passing out boxes of raisins. Maybe this is better than trick-or-treating! Read More
It’s officially the Halloweekend and NYC is ready. You might not realize it at first glance. Times Square just looks like another day of buskers dressed as mangy Elmos. In the Financial District, you might spot of festive tie in the sea of suits. But head to the city’s more residential neighborhoods and you’ll find New York Halloween popping out of the bushes and lurking in doorways. Ya know, in the best way.
Some of these million dollar homes go all out. Can you imagine the kind of candy they give out? Sometimes I wish I had a kid just so I could go trick-or-treating again! Read More
When I was fourteen years old, I flipped to an empty page of my diary, uncapped a lilac Gelly Roll pen, and wrote a list of attributes for The Perfect Guy. As if it was an assignment for Teenage Girl 101.
As someone who began her teenage years in 1999, you’d expect an homage to late 90’s heart-throbs:
♥~**jTt’S sMiLe**~
♥~**lEo DiCaPrIo’S eYeS**~
♥~**rYaN pHiLlIpPe’S hAiR**~
My actual list isn’t like that at all. It’s either a lot cooler, or way lamer, depending on your perspective. Read More
Saturday afternoon in the East Village, I was like a kid in a candy store. If the candy store looked like this:
It’s unequivocally the cutest event of the whole year. Combine adorable puppies + creative costumes = nothing but sweet, sweet doggy cuteness.
Halloween is less than two weeks away and I have no idea what I’m going to be. But that’s okay because my favorite Halloween event is this Saturday and no one will be looking at me. We’ll all be look at super heroes like this beautiful boy at the…
I’m pretty sure my dad still thinks of NYC like it was in the 70s. He worries about his little girl walking past scores of porn palaces when ever she sees a Broadway show. He imagines I’m the only WASP to venture north of 86th Street on a daily basis. When I got robbed on 25th Street at 8:30PM, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. “Well, you’ve lived there eight years,” he said, like duh, I should expect people to grab my belongings any time I turn the deadbolt on my apartment door.
I know my father is proud of me, thinking his only child is brave and kinda a bad ass. Yes, and kinda stupid too. But hey, he loves me anyway.
Orange cones and antique cars lined the street. Read More