The inimitable Lauryn Hill. #bowdown #goddess #bestofthebest (at Brooklyn Bowl)
One down, nine more to go.
The sparkling tribute to Andy Warhol’s “Empire.” #nyc (at Empire State Building)
Fiction by Junot Díaz: “The Cheater’s Guide to Love” Your girl catches you cheating. (Well, actually she’s your fiancee, but hey, in a bit it so won’t matter.)
I love this so much.
“The first time I went out, I didn’t believe them when they said everything was free. But it is.”
Oh, my, God, I actually know this girl.
Greens and blues. #queens (at Astoria Park)
When a client texts you at 11pm for no good reason, you know it’s time to move on.
When you can own a room like Maria Callas.
After a very interesting Central Park Summerstage concert that featured musicians from Argentina (one of the lead singers was clearly on coke), Marina, Carlota, Mauricio and I stumbled upon this group of tango dancers during our walk to dinner. Men would walk up to ladies sitting down on the benches and ask them to dance. Then they would glide across the stone tiles, cheek to cheek, holding onto each other with delicate fervor. We wondered out loud how these strangers were able to be so immediately and comfortably intimate with each other.
God, I love this city. It still manages to surprise me after all these years.