a deceptively beautiful day in manhattan #postSandy

darlings

well (she sighs, unwrapping the long grey/gray/Dior-shade cashmere scarf from her neck) –¬†were you here in manhattan today?

wasn’t it a beautiful day?

crisp and cool and bright-shining-sunshine-on-Fall-strewn leaves.

a ravishingly blue-blue sky and clouds like powder puffs on a debutante’s mirrored dressing table (one of those with the palest of pink lined satin under which peek a couple of divine mules.)


and down on the west side highway the traffic lights paused the cars and allowed one to gaze silently in awe at the sunlight kisses on stone.

a brunch with lady-of-letters at Friend of a Farmer (excellent eggs, stunning coffee) near the tea place of Lady Mendl.

and yet.

just a day or so ago.

this was our life.

we stand in awe of the power of print.

as well as the incredible newsworthy and timely power of blogs

and photography and talent and open debate and the gloriousness of magazine journalism.

bravo, @nymag.