Expressions of their owner’s creativity and flair, Tompkins Square Park was packed with dogs parading in force to celebrate the approach of Halloween. Dinosaurs, ballerinas, ladybirds, bumble bees, bats. An inquisitive Buzz Lightyear sniffing around a princess in a tutu. Continue reading
So it turns out, there are 2 places that can equally be described as the corner or 4th and something in Brooklyn, but I didn’t know that as I typed the directions into my iPhone and set off across the river following the blinking blue tracking dot.
It started because I bought Jon a set of espresso cups for his birthday, and wondered aloud what we could do with the saucers. Since poor co-ordination so early in the morning had been the downfall of the last cups, it seemed a fair bet that adding saucers to the mix could only end in disaster.
“It seemed like it would be a top romantic gesture at the time,†explained the man I sat next to at an especially lovely dinner party in Soho the other week.
As Fall colors start to paint the country in shades of fire, two friends of our recently returned from a hiking holiday, which they described in glowing terms apart from one small setback:
I have become ever so slightly superstitious about the fortune cookies at Grand Sichuan St Marks. You should go there for the soup dumplings and mind blowing – in both senses – Gui Zhou spicy chicken. But you should not leave before the fortune cookie predicts your future with pinpoint accuracy.
There are many things that hipsters are really good at: wearing glasses in an ironic way, finding great deals on artisanal cheese or vintage Nike Air trainers, understanding the importance of micro brewing, restoring 80s video games, taking poetry slams seriously, playing ukuleles, eyeliner.
As Fashion Week steps up in New York, models can be seen in bars all over town, drinking cocktails and generally just being beautiful and skinny and incredibly young. And even in the lobby of our building, le mode is inescapable.
The writing business being what it is, some weeks I am mostly employed as a singer. The bulk of this takes place at St Barts, a glorious gothic-y deco-y castle on Park Ave and 50th. We wear robes. We sing with our music neatly arranged in folders. We process in pairs. We bow. It’s pretty familiar Anglican/Presbyterian stuff.
And then, some weeks, we sing jazz.
Everybody needs a hobby – for me it’s a close tie between magazining and singing. For John, triathlons. For Tabitha, designing dog Halloween costumes and selling them on Etsy. As it turns out, Jon’s Boss has a hobby too – albeit a somewhat accidental one – a talent for growing enormous vegetables.
