Dress: From Paris | Shoes: Tahari | Belt: Jigsaw (from London) | Sunglasses: Miu Miu | Cuff: Ted Baker
Perhaps it’s because we just returned from the Miami Standard, or that I recently had a wonderful tête-à-tête with a girlfriend (whom I haven’t seen since 2009) at the rooftop of the Standard downtown, or the fact that I’m meeting another bestie, who’s in town from San Francisco, tonight at the Standard.
Whatever the reason, I can’t help but realize that so many of my beautiful memories of New York have been centered around this particular hotel. Is it the Gatsby-esque flair of the Boom Boom Room (aka Top of the Standard)? Its bar-none view of the High Line? The relaxed and ping-pong-loving revelry at the Biergarten? The newly installed statue by Erwin Wurm? There’s not a shortage of things to attribute to those two big floating blocks in the sky. Particularly noteworthy are the elevator rides to the top, which somehow makes you feel like you've been caught in the trice of Dante’s Inferno. Could it be? Are you truly riding the elevator to Heaven?
I can’t quite say. Whatever the case may be… there is something about this place that captivates me, and I will forever associate it with fond, fabulous, New York moments.
