Horatio & 8th Ave, just below 14th Street, is my new home 4 days a week. The neighborhood is still pretty quiet, chill, full of handsome models and actors and commonfolk with lots of money (hedgefunders, consultants, et alia). We've had some boys in the shop getting their manes shorn, so cute and shy and sweet. Polite, these kids! They're raised right.
My friend Ray lives a stone's throw away, near Stonewall, where we celebrated Pride this year. I've grown to love artbar (just across the street) and the slices on 14th, plus the Egyptian guy with a daughter who lives in Alaska who sells gyros, hot dogs, and falafel. It's super safe at night, and I take the A or the C home, which takes about 30 minutes, finished with a late night walk across Atlantic on Franklin.
Thank you, West Village, for all of your gems. I will continue to discover you over the next few months as we progress into coat weather.
I spent 2 years as a graduate student at Manhattan School of Music; the D train was my best friend. I wandered from 133rd and Convent to 96th & Broadway this morning, stopping for brunch at Community (brioche French toast with caramelized bananas and toasted pecans with a glass of orange juice). Symphony Space, a frequent haunt with Americas Society and Glass Farm over the last 6 years, was blocked by construction, its marquee darkened; Urban Outfitters is long gone, an empty shell. I miss Book Culture, zines, Korean food, going to concerts and masterclasses every night. I smoked hookah at the Moroccan restaurant by 125th on my birthday, frequently ate Indian food after rehearsals at the CMC with Ghost Ensemble, and frequented Miller Theatre and Columbia to see Zosh and Nina (both PhDs in composition there, Nina now splits her time between Austin and New York and Zosh is a tenured professor on faculty).
Will I return to West Harlem to live next year? Will Javi and I settle for a 1 or 2 bed, walk our dog in Riverside Park, hang out on our rooftop and sip wine while the sun sets? Christmas would be so romantic: Riverside Church, St John the Divine, Grotto Church of Notre Dame, Morningside Park, the lights at the entrance to the Columbia campus. Manhattan at the holidays is magical, like nowhere else (maybe other than Paris).
Adam and I have a favorite duo: Gulliver's Travels by Telemann for 2 violins. It's weird, in funny meters with weirdo rhythms - probably just to mess with the performers. It's super avant garde in that way (heyo, 17th century!), a character suite, and we're going to film each movement at a different favorite hang in the subway/park!