|The sublime view of westside Manhattan from the deck of my hotel.|
Coming to New York is always bittersweet. When I’m here, I always feel like I am in my true home. When I walk through the city, it’s as if I am strolling in a neighborhood I grew up in. I try to meticulously plan so I can spend quality time with the people that I love that are here. Yet, it never feels like enough time. To do New York right, to feel complete about my trip, I need to be here for four contiguous weeks…at the least. Maybe one day I can have my cake and eat it too. In the meantime, I feast on this…
|Consistently enamored by the classic details of my bestie’s Park Slope apartment.|
|A TDF black and white Jonathan Adler clutch, because
my obsession with his line of home products isn’t enough.|
|A gift from my cousin Gale, who lives in Toronto. We had the serendipitous fortune of being in New York at the same time. I got to spend a priceless evening shopping, eating and learning from her. I can’t wait to start soaking up the book on my flight home.|
|Love that a week that starts with pouring rain, ends in the sun
with team drinks at the Pier i Cafe on the river.|













