When I first meet someone, I usually manage to somehow wiggle into the conversation the fact that I used to live in New York. It's an immediate snippet of conversation, right up there with "No, not like the Disney character, like the city in Italy." {insert internal eye roll} {okay, external} For a million reasons too numerous to enumerate, I am so, so, so in love with NYC. A few of our friends tried to convince us to visit the city for the Fourth of July holiday, and I was *this* close to leaping onto the next Acela. Alas, it wasn't meant to be, so I found myself clicking through some photos from my last Manhattan visit. A few of my favorites...
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| Laduree, officially the prettiest place on earth. |
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| The perfectly styled Kipling, who absolutely refuses to be photographed in full. I'll get you someday, my pretty!! Also, I'll take one of everything you're wearing. Lovely, as usual. |
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| ABC kitchen. |
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| The Met's enchanting Decorative Arts galleries, one of my favorite places in the city. |
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| The best brunch is at Norma's. Get yourself there immediately. |
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| THE Ren McKnight with the chic Jessi. Beware, an hour with this GQ writer/makeup artist duo will leave you wretchedly aware of your own uncoolness. |
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| Geeked out over a tour of GQ's offices, but left slightly heartbroken after discovering that Ryan Gosling does not, in fact, roam the halls in his shirtless, Hey Girl glory. Luckily, it's a requirement to be good looking and well dressed at GQ {or so it would seem}, so, you know, I was fine. |
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| Caught a glimpse of teenVOGUE across the hall, the magazine to which I may or may not have subscribed until I was, oh, 23 or so... |
Until next time, New York!
