Just one week ago I was leading three sodden members of my family down a seemingly endless London street, two hours after we should have eaten, searching for the tube station.
Right now I'm sitting in a slightly faded twin room on E 47 St, New York City. It's the kind of post-consumerist simplicity championed by
my champion, Carrie Bradshaw. Ripped out advertisements from the image-led bible,
ELLE, litter the comforter on my bed, yet the flat is devoid of a Kettle or Wireless internet (I'm currently coasting on a network from a flat that is either above, below, or alongide our own).
Yesterday saw me walk from Times Square to Henri Bendel. From 7th Avenue to 5th Avenue; yet it felt like a transition from one nation to another. In this city where the walk from Tack to Taste is only two blocks, my confused sould feels understood. There is no need to be calm or to be peaceful. You can choose: NYC or New York City, DKNY or Donna Karan. Both mean the same, both quintessentially New York, but you can choose. Whatever the choice, Busy is the Keyword.
