San Gennaro turns 100 this year and I've been wide awake planning my eating route through Little Italy like it's a heist. Cold pasta, bare legs, zero plans to sleep anytime soon. Come keep me company?
San Gennaro turns 100 this year and I've been wide awake planning my eating route through Little Italy like it's a heist. Cold pasta, bare legs, zero plans to sleep anytime soon. Come keep me company?
Claimed my patch of the Bryant Park lawn way before the piano series starts and the book lasted about ten minutes. The grass is warm, my strap gave up, and I've stopped caring who walks by. Come hold my page for me.
Moynihan Train Hall has a jazz trio warming up and the afternoon light through those arches is doing something to this dress I can't explain. Found a column and I'm not moving until the first set. Pull up a bench.
Thom Browne just closed the whole week and I'm still running on pure adrenaline. Made it as far as the bed and the dress didn't survive — tell me what you'd do if you walked in on this.
Last swim of the season and I brought the ocean home with me — salt on my skin, sand everywhere, and zero reason to put anything back on. Want to help me rinse off?
Arthur Avenue knows exactly what it's doing to me — three cannoli deep and this white dress is picking up powdered sugar in places I can't reach. Come brush it off for me?
Found the Brooklyn Americana festival under the DUMBO archway and this roots band is honestly better than half the venues I've paid for. Sitting on the cobblestones with my shoes off and nowhere else to be — pull up a piece of stone and sit with me.
Traded my heels for the fire escape and a cold drink — the city's getting loud down there and I'm not dressed for any of it. Come up, I saved you a spot.
Found a spot in Williamsburg where the view goes both ways — skyline in front of me and I can feel every set of eyes on my back. Tell me which one you'd be watching.
Came home from Taste of Times Square still feeling every body that pressed into me in that crowd. Couldn't even make it past the couch — want to see what all that did to me?