I haven’t quite digested my trip yet, as I’m still in the city, but the thick of this place swirls in my nostrils and permeates my brain as I try to make sense of my surroundings. So far, I find myself oddly addicted to it here. The city invites a particular vibe that – only now have I realized – I’ve been looking for. I’ll stop there for now, but here are a few blinks from my eye…
Renee at Tipsy Parson in Chelsea
Friends at Freeman’s Sporting Club in the West Village
Death in the Lower East Village
A different kind of Chelsea.
NYC Vantage Point
Bill Cunningham. A living legend.