It's 4:45 a.m. as I begin to type. I'm sitting in my Brooklyn, USA apartment. It's unofficially the coolest city on the planet. It's officially my home, and refuge, for the last 13 years. And I'm feeling quite reflective at the start of a new season.
With the success of the latest Fashion's Night Out, we're now firmly into the fall shopping season. Those of us who work in retail know that this is the prime time for new stores to open for the holidays, and we have a terrific group this year!
In the living room, past the pair of wire cages that confine Melanie, Peaches and Shadow, there's a small black table that holds a toy car, a child-size football, a tablet engraved "Georgie" and a large color photo of a handsome man.
If you have had the good fortune of not only getting a scrumptious cupcake, but also having a coffee at Crumbs, you would have experienced close to the best coffee on the planet... in my humble opinion.
The drapes are blocking the sun, but the darkness doesn't dim Charlene Lite's optimism. Yes, she's had good times and bad times just like the rest of us, but she's made it her mantra to see the bright side of everything.
There's still a little bit left of summer, and that means just a bit more time to treat yourself before we become grownups again in the fall. For many of us, that means a delectable treat from one of the spectacular bakeries and patisseries around town.
Summer is the season for BBQ, and this summer, Texas BBQ is getting a lot of attention in New York. But there's more to Texan cuisine than BBQ, and food-forward Brooklyn is now home to New York's most recent Texan import: the Kolache.
The real art is right here in the elevator, on the floor, in the record of the passage of time and people, their footprints, drippings, crumbs, spittle, flecks, tracks, stains and movements. When did we begin bubble-wrapping art?
John McDonagh, in a hoodie and hooligan cap on, is not behind the wheel. It's his day off, and he's at the diner having his breakfast between errands that will take him all over the place before the sun sets.
For every beautiful thing that happens in this city -- and there are many -- at least a few things a day make you question what you're doing living in the steaming pile of disease that is the Big Apple.
Before I could move out of anyone's way, the cyclist turned around in his cerulean shorts that left little to the imagination and asked me the question that many of your citizens ask of me after almost running me over: "What the f*ck is wrong with you?"