As is true of New York City itself, the book New York Chic that
@oliverpilcherphotography and I made together with
@assouline , bursts at the seams with the energy of its people, brims with the secret knowledge of its initiates. So many dear friends let us in on their own private New York… too many to recount so you’ll just have to go get the book, but here are just few… their words in my hand. But don’t take my word for it or theirs. See the
@forbes review by
@travelwithlauramanske . Link in bio.
And below a not fully resolved poem on NYC as all is not fully resolved or only provisionally so in this city, a gaping O-de to N E W Y O R K
A New York Ode
New York, O sea of streets
tangled matrix creaking wheezing steaming
“…to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”
New York, you island emissary of ordinary desire
sprawling with hidden vernaculars, polygamous.
New York, full of terrible things you don’t want to miss.
New York, O great and mysterious,
O blunt concrete New York will you ever love me?
O City, you are a psalm.
An incantation to a simplicity of noise and meaning.
To the noise of meaning.
A meaning as felt and unnerving as love.
This city, a talisman of solitude, penitence and redemption, of attention to life.
O New York, I was born elsewhere, faraway, and away even some more, but this is my town.
Who is a real New Yorker anyway?
If you come, you become. You are.
If you love this town, it is yours.
As the promised land is promised
to all those who make the passage. Who come.
Refuge and Babylon all in one.
A great elucidation. A great hallucination.
The ambient derangement of this town is enough to…
Don’t panic. Accept the migration of woe and rage and arousal.
Or just get really loaded.
Or don’t.
Be ok with who you are.
This is New York.
#newyork #newyorkchic #assouline #forbes
