Alex : galerie

NYFW just wrapped and the whole city let out a breath — I'm walking home through the quiet that's left, blazer over my shoulder and shirt half-undone. Do you clean up nice, darling, or are you better when you don't bother?

Arthur Avenue is throwing a party that doesn't try too hard, and this slice is making me forget every other one I've ever defended. What's the best thing you've eaten standing up, darling?

The festival's still going out there but I found a door that locks and my hands had other plans. Coming in, darling, or leaving me to finish alone?

Found free Americana under the Manhattan Bridge and the whole afternoon opened up — cobblestones, a borrowed wall, and a sound that fills the archway like it was built for this. Stay and listen with me, darling?

Fashion Week has the whole city up early and I'm no exception — though what I'm doing with my morning has nothing to do with a runway. Tell me, darling — are you an early riser too, or just lucky?

Night run stopped dead at the railing — those two beams do something to this city that no building ever could. Twenty-five years and the skyline still reaches for something it lost. Stay here with me a minute, darling.

Can't sleep, so I'm out here with coffee and a sketchbook, waiting for the city to wake up — The Frick's got open sketching later and I need the practice. Keep me company till the sun comes up, darling?

Black coffee is the only reason I'm vertical — the rest of me is still under the covers, but Birdland's calling tonight and jazz is worth staying alive for. What pulls you out of bed on a morning like this, darling?

Chelsea Flea pulled me in again — three stalls deep in vintage brass and old cameras, sketchbook already filling up. What's the best thing you've ever found by accident, darling?

Horns echoing off the skyline and I lost my tie somewhere around the second song. Come find me on this blanket, darling — the set's not done yet.