Last week when @ShopwithRobin and I visited New York City, I had to defend my decision to fly in at the ungodly hour of 6:30am.
“But why so early?” she asked, politely questioning my sanity.
“I want to walk around New York on a crisp fall morning,” I replied. (I’m so romantic.)
After all, the conference was in the heart of the Fashion District, and I simply couldn’t let the chance to pound the pavement in Manhattan go to waste.
And so we suffered through a 4:30am wake-up call and boarded our flight bound for the Big Apple. Once we arrived, I requested that our cab driver let us off at Fifth Avenue, and after an hour or so of sightseeing, we would walk the rest of the way to the conference. Thank goodness for the impeccable weather; we were given the opportunity to experience the city in comfort.
I had strict instructions for Robin – find out which way the shops were… and we’d walk the other way. Robin and I experienced Fifth Avenue as a native New Yorker would – walking to work; catching the subway, or descending from one of the very trendy (or very decrepit) apartment buildings.
Here are a few of my favourite pictures from the other side of Fifth Avenue. (Captions appear below the photo.)
Only on Fifth Avenue can you glance up and realize you’re looking at the iconic Empire State Building. Every time I look at the building I can’t help but think of Evelyn McHale – the most beautiful suicide – and wonder what the last thought was that went through her mind. And then, I’m thankful that my two feet are firmly planted on the sidewalk.
Sex at 9:00am is too early for me. New Yorkers must agree; the Museum of Sex does not open until 10:00am (not that we checked). A quick peek inside should make you blush. And if you don’t; you’ve re-read 50 Shades of Grey too many times, you naughty girl.
The famous Mud Truck! Delivering coffee fixes faster than you can say “Next Please”, you’ll recognize the Mud Truck from its bright orange hue, 60’s music blaring from its speakers, and ridiculously long lineup down the block.
Another example of New York architecture that takes my breath away; the Flatiron Building. Did you know – “In January 2009, an Italian real estate investment firm bought a majority stake in the Flatiron Building, with plans to turn it into a world-class luxury hotel, although the conversion may have to wait ten years until the leases of the current tenants run out.” -Source Sad, sad, sad. If I was a tenant in the Flatiron building, I’d draw out my departure for as long as humanly possible. Imagine turning an architectural icon into a flashy hotel. #fail
Four suits. According to Robin (and she’s usually bang on about these things), the one on the left has all the power. The one beside him is his minion; while the other two have been invited to the meeting but aren’t yet sure how they can contribute. Seeing four suits on the streets of Toronto has never had the same impact for me. Must be something in the Manhattan air. (In case you were wondering, they were so-so cute. No Chuck Bass sightings today.)
Not sure if you’re in the mood for Subway, Dunkin’ Donuts or Baskin Robbins? No problem; you can find all three in a 12 x 12 ft store on the corner of 31st and 5th. Only in New York, where rent is atrocious.
I might have a *slight* fascination with nouveau Manhattan architecture. I contemplate the people who work in this building, and picture them staring out the window on a clear fall morning – is he heartbroken? Is she thinking about the pregnancy test in her designer handbag? Are they concerned about what is being said in the boardroom? Is he in love – will he tell her tonight? She is on hold with her child’s school – should she pick him up? Could do this for hours.
One of these things isn’t like the other – can you tell which one it is? Old, old and brand spanking new. Apparently in New York, where real estate is scarce, they’ll find anywhere to erect a high rise condo. This photo does not do justice to just how tight a squeeze it is, so look below.