It is 10:45 and I have already been to the dry cleaners, up to the MET, down to Meme's on Great Jones, (rev your engines for menswear), popped by Bond No. 9 to buy a gift for one of my oldest pals and headed back uptown to finally ::gasp:: get to work. I am the opening scene of a romantic comedy.
Like I was saying, I have lived in New York my whole life, but I still enjoy the bloggers out there doing their Carrie Bradshaw thing, because everyone has their own New York and everyone sees her differently. This is how my New York looks today:
This is where the magic happens.
Dear NYC, That is excessive signage. Thanks, The MGMT.
#OOTD #WIWT #FollowMe
young hearts, run free.
beans 4 beans, will travel. that sounds like a craigslist personal.
that is a birds eye view.
whoa, nailed it!
Baudelaire said that "a sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle"
Ignoring that completely, the immigrant is a groovy little spot.
There is a moose in my gracious drawing room. #richpeopleproblems