once a new yorker...

revisiting a home, capitalism, parenting, and art

rockefeller center in december 1999, feeling so proud to have just thrifted this badass 70s coat in the east village

1998 was the year Sex and the City premiered on HBO, and it was also the year I moved to New York City. I loved the original run of that show because the city was one of the main characters, and I saw glimpses of my home whenever I watched — familiar streets, subway stations, stores, restaurants, bars, parks. I also loved it because, at the time, I had this fantasy of having a super-close group of loyal, available, and hilarious friends and of writing a mega-successful book for which my publisher would throw me a fabulous book launch party at a gorgeous night club in Manhattan. (Hahaha, as if that still happens to anyone except the top 1% of authors in “The Big Five”… oh, the publishing industry will have to be a post for another day.)

But ahhh, New York, New York!