The Hamptons are the East Coast playground for the rich and richer to escape the city grind. While The Hamptons are not a place you would think of for anything other than its infamous summer frolic, I am about to let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Even during the off-season, The Hamptons are a… [Read More]
I have a love-hate relationship with New York City. There are days when the glitter of the Empire State falls over my eyes and I look at Park Avenue, the Flat Iron building and bustling streets as though for the first time. On days like those, I sometimes carry my camera with me and… [Read More]
I once read that it would take 15 years for someone to see every single item that is on display at the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, Russia. Similarly, with over 4,200 restaurants in New York City, there are ample options but (unlike art) not all may be worth a visit. Each week in… [Read More]
The room is dark albeit a single circle of light illuminating a handsome comic and solitary microphone stand positioned in front of an audience. There are perhaps 15 people nestled side-by-side in the crowded space, yet each one is laughing as the comedian allows his well-timed jokes to roll off his lips and ignite the… [Read More]
I am sitting at one of those flimsy green tables in a small park by the corner of W. 11th Street and Bleeker in Manhattan’s West Village. It is one of those idyllic New York afternoons that people swoon over and dream of when they think of this city. The leaves above me are… [Read More]
It is noon and I am shamelessly drinking a fantastic pinot noir that has hints of plum and spicy oak on the finish. The wine is light and complex and you can practically taste the time and love that went into making it. I am taking in the view around me–the silhouette of mountains,… [Read More]
I don’t have an office, rather I have a coffee shop where my co-workers are writers and artists who set up their laptops and fuel their craft with cappuccinos and French pastries. I simply adore the little flowers that dot my “office” and the music that seems to inspire my writing as much as the caffeine that fuels it. New York City is bursting with coffee houses; consider this your definitive guide to New York’s BEST ones to sit and relax a while.
Now, in my late twenties, I can tell the mark of a good ice cream when I don’t just pick out the best parts but actually finish the whole cone. The following spots in NYC have passed my own personal ice cream test as it would be a crime to simply pick apart these treats and not devour the whole thing.
As I write this I am picking shards of stray ice cream cone shamelessly out of my beige scarf and eating it. Sure, I may be strolling down the streets of New York but if the people around me had just eaten what I did, they might be picking every last bite off their… [Read More]
The air felt cool as it hit my face and my bicycle cut through the night down 34th Avenue in Queens. Lively music seemed to emanate from every corner of the borough as my boyfriend, Jeff, and I cycled past. Each passing block seemed to hold the promise of a party where neighbors and… [Read More]