I legit hate Soho. It’s overwrought with tourists looking for Dash. It’s turning into Times Square, really, forcing the fashion scene even further downtown.
The South Street Seaport is having a moment. Angel and I confirmed this when we ventured to the 1 train’s last stop to celebrate Seaport Studios Opening Pop Up.
I love with my mom comes to visit.
I get to play tour guide. I keep a running list of cool things happening in the city, tidbits of historical context I know she’ll get a kick of out and some sort of cultural activity—always.
There is a particular scene I think about in Girls whenever something happens that breaks in my favor.
It’s season 2, episode 7. Hannah is in the back of a cab, with Marnie and Adam (and his bike), a slow smile creeping onto her face right before the credits hit. She and Adam are officially dating.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall, F. Scott Fitzgerald said.
I mean, that’s basically what Carrie Bradshaw said about New York Fashion Week. Right?
“Do you like it?”
I look up. A woman motioned with her head to my train read, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York.
Two minutes earlier, I feigned a grimace to her when I saw a man lean his sweaty back against the pole she was holding to steady herself. “It’s wet,” she mouthed back.