Getting off at the Marcy stop of the J/M/Z train, it was as if nothing had changed. I could almost feel the ghost of my former self walking these streets, going to work, getting my blowouts at the boricua salon on South 3rd, and groggily picking up my morning coffee at the Italian café, Atlas. I was pleased to see my "boys" who passed their days on the stoop of my old apartment building were still there, and to my surprise, they remembered me and gave me a round of hugs to welcome me back! How sweet was that? Séb was totally impressed with my street cred. I'm so down.
I loved my Williamsburg days. It kept me grounded while working in the glitzy, superficial world of high fashion. Something about passing the Marcy Projects every morning kept it real, where I didn't let the drama of things like the "fall collection" change my perspective. It was nice to see that the neighborhood has developed a bit, but it's still an even mix of hipsters, Hasidics and the locals who haven't been shoved out due to the gentrification.
To think I came from here to La Motte-Picquet within a month makes me chuckle. What a change of scenery!
Here are some shots* from my beloved Havemeyer Street.
My former "chez moi".
The Havemeyer Flats.
So fancy.
Jack's "Cancellation" Shoes.
What the hell does that even mean?
I asked myself that every morning on my walk to the subway in the morning.
Here's one way to recycle an old bathtub. Pretty kitchy, eh?
Séb and I want to bring this to Paris!
Stopping in for a night cap.
A bar so cool it didn't have a name...
No, really. We asked.
The Post Office
A new whiskey bar with a photo of my hero Charles Bukowski
hovering over the bar.
The bar's name suddenly made sense...*Sorry for the watermarks. I was tired of finding my images on Eastern European company websites. While I don't mind sharing, I'd at the very least like to be linked back. Am I shooting for the stars here?
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