The Concrete Jungle where Dreams are made of

I felt I should write about how utterly awesome the city of New York is. I am aware that many many people already know this and many many people discovered its awesomeness well before I was even conceived of - but I have just discovered its complete awesomeness and would like to live there forever more (until I want to escape city life and move to the San Juan Islands).

on February 8th 2010 I went for the first time and spent eight days gazing skywards in awe (a take on the word awesome, at some point during this blog I may stop using the word awesome but don't hold you're breath). I am now going to list why it is so awesome and how I know:

1. It has AMAZING bars and restaurants: Angel Share, PDT, Pastis, 21 club, Beauty Bar, Serendipity 3.
2. JAZZ: the village vanguard monday night Vanguard Jazz Orchestra
3. MADISON SQ GARDENS (where we saw a proposal on the big screen) need I say more?
4. Snow in Central Park & just Central Park
5. Galleries galleries galleries (all of them you know, but The Gugenheim and Tino Sehgal)
6. Shopping, vintage in the East Village, high street on Union Sq and in Chelsea and man-oh-man Saks 5th Avenue designer sale!
7. the tourist bundle - Islands Liberty and Ellis; Bridges, Brooklyn and Manhattan; Skyscrapers, Rockefeller, Chrysler and oh Empire State; Streets, wall, 42nd, broadway and 5th; Squares, washington, union and TIME,
8. Broadway - well Wicked, and it was "wicked" (or awesome, in case you forgot how much I love the word awesome)
9. Chelsea - In particular the Chelsea Market, where I bought awesome freshly ground coffee and left it in the hotel.
10. East Village, Cafe Reggio and Andy's Cheepies, where apparently I look like Andy's granddaughter Charlotte. AWESOME
11. BRYANT PARK, for the last ever Bryant Park New York Fashion Week!!

so that is 11 awesome things about NYC - and there is more, and in one of those days I had food poisoning and took to my bed to watch Courtney Cox's THS.

I bought a fedora, some brogues and ALOT of other stuff including cheesecake.

Anyway, I must stop procrastinating and return to the passover preparations, we have chocolate covered Matzos and Kneidl to make.

and I did re do double denim - at work - no trikes. AND IT WORKED. awesome.

Double Denim

This week I tried it. Over Mother's Day Weekend while back home (in a sophisticated house where papers are actually delivered daily)I was reading various style sections and came to the best news of the weekend, that double denim is do-able without looking like a desperate nineties charater or 'arse-man'(a local mancunian celebrity, recognised only by the double denim, eyeliner and endless bum-poking-out-swagger up and down market street. Sadly I hear he moved back to Greece two years ago, and, I suspect, will never read this).

What joy! Nay, not one month ago I had stumbled upon a fab denim jacket and have had that dubious fear of pairing it with any other denim item. On wednesday night, having played it tragically safe in the dress department, I made a decision...Thursday night would be the night, safe at a book launch with a good mix of arty types who mix anything and those who actually don't look below the glasses to the clothing.

So the look was formed, charcoal jeans, salmon (although i will ever loathe calling an exquistite top salmon) silk top and DENIM JACKET. Daring I know, but there it is. And it worked!

Until Host foiled my plan and had apparently forseen a possible fashion disaster, turned up the heat and I had to take the jacket off.... leaving me again, in a tragically safe outfit. DARN YOU!

But the attempt was there, and it will be made again, maybe while i ride a trike.

Trikey

As I trundled my suitcase up the drive to work this morning I was greeted with very confused looks as no one could understand why I would approach work on wheels. Thankfully the look was fleeting as the sight of a wheely case explained all.

And my co workers were right to be confused, I wouldn't cycle, not in this huge-io city, far too scary. I'm a walker. But it dawned on me what else I could be! I could shed public transportation and these boots-that-definitely-weren't-made-for-walking-but-i'll-bloodywell-wear-them-anyway and become a tricyclist! Why did we ever regress from three wheels back to two? Imagine the ease of tricycling, in a seat and not a saddle (with a back rest no less) with those two stabilising back wheels ensuring you don't get that traffic light wobble/balance on the tippiest point of the big toe.

And just look at this vespa-a-like pink trike - isn't it the coolest thing ever. please oh please can we invest in an extra wheel and hark back to the safe childhood days of stabilisers.

And If all else fails and I can't find the best most beautifulist trike, maybe made by schwinn, I think I may just buy a robin reliant.

Aces.