From the unknown splendor beneath our feet to finding isolation in the city of millions, a combination of flashes of awestruck and basking in the simple pleasures.
One of the most vivid memories of my youth is exploring the underground caves of Crystal Caves, an underground wonder in the Kutztown, PA. At the age of four or five, I was awestruck, and a little scared, of this otherworldly subterranean recess. Until I am able to actually travel to all of the unexpected hidden places, these striking photos will have to do.
As a certifiable introvert, being alone is a necessary restorative act. With relationships, friendships, work, hobbies all in a city with millions of people, performing that act can be a major challenge. Despite being one of the most crowded areas of the city, I can find moments of solitude on the subway. With a longish commute from Brooklyn to almost anywhere in Manhattan, I spend a lot of time on the subway. And there is nothing I love more than getting lost in a good book while being crammed between two people on the subway. Fellow New Yorkers tell New York magazine how they too catch alone time in the city of more than 8 million people.
The Empire State Building remains an iconic fixture of the landscape. The ever-rotating assortment of colors, from the pink of Breast Cancer Awareness to the rainbow of Gay Pride, celebrates the diversity of this great city. Last weekend, the Empire State Building took it a step further with its first projection on the façade of the building, celebrating the great endangered species of the world.
A re-make can be a tricky thing. While we often crave more of that indescribably perfect movie, it is rare to actually recreate the magical quality of the original. I could fill the whole blog with the list of sequels that were abominations to the first, hello Anchorman 2!, but am racking my brain to find a really good sequel. Let’s hope that Zoolander 2 proves to belie that trend.
I collect stories of old Manhattan like a squirrel collects nuts. Whether from the Internet, books or real life old-timers that live to tell the tail, I hoard these stories in the vast vault of my mind. This apartment encapsulates the rebellious days of Warhol and Basquiat in the center of what is now luxury branded mecca for international tourists.