New York, I love you
POSTED 01.03.2010 @ 15:50
Last week I was in New York for Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week courtesy of NYFW hair sponsor Tresemmé. Oh, New York. Land of yellow cabs and
Gossip Girl and a story around every corner. It really is the great, thumping, throbbing epicentre of the universe and every time I come home from there I feel a little bit less alive for having left.
My favourite part is the food. I don’t know how those New York trophy wives stay so thin because the food there is out of this world. Nearly everything I did in New York has a food memory attached to it. Walking through Central Park? What I mostly recall are the hot dogs we ate (which my friend Bron scarily refers to as ‘street meat’). Wandering down Bleecker St? That would be banana pudding from Magnolia Bakery (get the recipe
here if you can’t get there).
Shopping in Bloomingdales? Truffle fries. In fact, truffle everywhere. New York right now is mad for capes and black lace bandeau bras and jazz shoes and truffles. Disturbingly, ugg boots can probably also make the list but that may have had something to do with the blizzard conditions we were in. But the thing New York is the most crazy for right now are (drumroll please…) bloggers. In fact, here’s a picture of me with the very gorgeous Bryanboy (please excuse the fact that my bra is out – I’m praying it wasn’t quite that out there on the night) at a party at the Tribeca Grand. Peaches Geldof, Henry Holland and Kelly Cutrone were also there. Kelly is way scary and has an industrial-strength handshake. And it goes without saying that looking at this photo reminds me of eating one of the best meals of my life at Stanton Social a couple of hours earlier (French onion soup dumplings, mmmm).
The other thing I love about New York is that everything is so efficient. Everyone is polite and ordered and everything gets done super-fast. I had a New Yorker Tresemmé stylist come to my New York hotel (service is the other thing they do really well) to give me a New York blow-dry: it took a New York minute and literally left me with the straightest, glossiest hair of my life. Food memory: Peanut Butter M&Ms. Yum. New York, I love you.
Posted by: Justine, editor