When I think of New York, I’ll remember being in love.
People here use the escalators like stairs. They walk up AND down the moving staircases. In Oklahoma, you just politely stand on your step until the escalator brings you to the top.
Last night I went over to Park Slope to visit Avis. She and I sat in the kitchen, sharing an omelet and Perrier water, and talked for hours, just as we did in the old days. Justin, her roommate, joined us later; he’s a very sweet guy. We told each other about our homosexual feelings.
It’s a city full of believers and creators that are ready to change the world. But before you can change the world, you have to get here.
Broken hearted, with a wallet that could break the bank, and a soul that no longer feels complete, please, go to New York City.
New York City isn’t a magical place where you instantaneously ‘find yourself.’
As it usually happens in my relationships, I committed to you long before you committed to me. I packed up and moved my whole life to be with you. All my friends warned me against it, and against you. You have a reputation, you see: you lure people in with your bright lights and attractions.
A loosely autobiographical novel inspired by an obsession for the global fashion phenomenon and brand, Supreme. David travels with his friend Camilla from New York to Japan and England to visit every Supreme store location on the globe.
How many people on my guest list are on a strictly raw food diet?
This city that has brought life back into me. This city that has brought air back into my lungs. This city that has made me feel more alive in three minutes, than I have in three years.