A New York Minute
04 Monday Mar 2013
Will there be a time NYC will not be the city of dreams? A couple weeks ago I received an invitation from a very dear friend of mine from Brazil; she said: “I know this might sound a little crazy, but I will be in New York, and would like you to join if you can?” My reaction, desperately trying to hold on the seat of the car while I rode on the passenger seat, was: “Yes of course, why not, it is only a five hour flight from LA!” And just like that I took a red-eye flight on a Friday night, closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I found myself yet again, in the most amazing city in the world; with one glance it spoke to me and said: “Where have you been?” and of course I know exactly what that means, it was really trying to tell me that, it missed me; lucky for me the feeling was mutual, and just like that NYC took me by the hand and injected me with that vibe that I long for every day I am away from it.
I arrived at a hotel in Times Square, to find my friend who greeted me in her lovely woven cotton pajamas. After a little catch up time, a quick cat nap, some divine Darjeeling tea, and makeup stop at Sephora, we were off to shop in the Upper West Side. What we were going to do and how we were going to do it, was all a bit of a mystery, yet with little regard to a set schedule we lived the most amazing Saturday two girls can have in New York City.
While she did some serious shopping, I escaped for a quick mani at Fontainbleau, I was back again to offer requested advise on some key classic wardrobe pieces she had found (goodness her blazer was to die for). Then it was finally 5 o’clock not somewhere, but where we were, and we found ourselves at The Smith Restaurant & Bar enjoying some delicious Cava, shrimp, and scrumptious pasta. The conversation flowed naturally, about everything; big secrets, small secrets, joys, hand bags, waxing, lingerie, and anything that could possibly come to mind. One Cava followed another, and after a quick stop at the Apple store we were sitting watching the Broadway show “Nice work if you can get it” with Matthew Broderick; as amazing actor as he is, what we really wanted was to ask him about SJP’s closet!
The show takes place during the roaring twenties, and everything from the choice of songs, to the costumes, and to the delicate lingerie was such a treat for all our senses. Soon after, we found ourselves at one of my favorite bars in NYC, The Campbell Apartment located inside Grand Central Terminal. Arriving before midnight, we got the best seat in the house, allowing us to enjoy some live jazz music, our prohibition punch cocktails, and great people watching. Grand Central Terminal is also celebrating its 100th year anniversary, and that night it was empty for New York standards and it felt like we had it all to ourselves. Times Square felt a lot like that, that same night, and so did our quaint deli across from our hotel where we bought some more tea and a cookie before heading to bed.
In a city filled will millions of people, feeling like it’s just you and NYC is pretty special. That night even if for a moment we lived as if we were in the roaring twenties, and our cocktails ensured that fantasy endured.
My friend has an incredible sense of humor, the most perfect nose, and such an aura of zen. Being in her company is so interestingly fun. The next morning she knew exactly where we having brunch; the Upper East Side it was; at Via Quadronno. We had the perfect cappuccino, the perfect fresh squeezed orange juice, the perfect tea, the perfect water, the perfect dessert, the perfect panini, and of course the perfect company; and as is customary when you are in good company the conversation continued to flow.
Now what can be more majestic than to find oneself at the Metropolitan Museum of Art surrounded by the work of such great artists and great minds? My friend was craving a little Matisse, and while we were at it, we also had some Courbet, Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, Renoir, Caillebotte, Seurat, Greek and Roman Art, and of course a glance at some European Sculptures.
Before leaving this grand location and while I sat and admired perfect bottoms and gorgeous fronts, my friend surprises me with a silk, twill scarf to remind me of our New York Minute weekend. Isn’t it lovely? Isn’t the color combination so serene? Then, right before I took my flight back to LA, we made a quick stop at Junior’s Cheesecake and had a tiny slice to go, this treat just never disappoints.
That weekend I had a wonderful time, causing emotions that were explosive, emotions that were delicious, emotions that one can only feel while in New York City. A couple hours in New York City is certainly worth more to me, than days anywhere else. I held New York if even for a moment, it kissed me good-bye, and left the most amazing taste in my mouth.
My dear friend, I can’t thank you enough for your invitation, love, and your friendship.