Happy Monday, folks. Hope your weekend was solid.
I'm in New York and the city is wonderful and beautiful and alive. It's thebest city in the world and I am inhaling it, kissing it, and embracing it.
The thing with New York is all the things that are amazing about it are also
some of the things that make you tear strands of your Brazilian blowout out-
it's fast and dynamic and full of more energy than an H bomb. In small
doses, it's fabulous beyond belief, but it's also exhausting when you live
here if you're the type that need not be entrenched in humanity 24/7/365. It
can be a challenge and vertigo inducing. But when you leave it, it breaks
your heart for a while and never fully leaves your psyche. It's simply part
of you forever, comingled with strands of your DNA. I love how everybody is on point here. Had dinner with some dear friends
last night at their home and wanted to buy some wine. I went into a random
liquor store and had a 20 minute conversation about what red goes well with
fish. People here know their stuff and want to share it with you. I adore
that. It makes me giddy. I think the city is a testament to a sort of Emma Lazarus ideal- it's still
full of people from all over the world- yearning, churning, and living
together in a sea of kinetic frenzy. Yes the city has changed and there are
not quite as many poor and tired here, but it still thrills me to the nth
power. There is no place like it really, and it will always be home to my
soul. I have said it before and I'll say it again: I LOVE YOU MADLY AND
PASSIONATELY NEW YORK. There is no place that makes me feel more inspired
and alive and at home. I'm shouting from the rooftops and the rafters. I can
still feel the hope and love and huddled masses here. New York is genius.
That is all. And that's what's up this Colossus of a Monday in the 212. XO