A few weeks ago Wilson and I visited his good friend Neill in New York City, or as Wilson and I like to call it — The Big City. Neill has hosted Wilson and I several times at his amazing apartment in the West Village, so we were very excited to stay at his new apartment that he recently moved into in NOHO on Bowery Street. Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?
After explaining to me at least four times that it was pronounced HOW-ston Street — never HEW-ston, don’t ever say that, just no — I began to feel like a real New Yorker. Except for the fact that this stunning apartment is not typical New York for 20 to 30 somethings — at 1,100 square feet with REAL exposed brick walls and 10-foot ceilings, this space is what concrete jungle dreams are made of. And while this apartment is no where near my plastic fork budget, it sure was nice to be a guest in it.
I was enthralled by the light fixtures, which are part of the lease. As are the window panels. This tickles me for some reason, but really does make sense because of their exorbitant cost.
The natural light in this space is awesome.
While we were there I also talked my way into The Top of the Standard. As I was a) not staying there and b) not even an inch cool enough to be in such a chic place, I should not have gotten in to drink my $20 glass of champagne. But neither of these details bothered me. All I did was bat my eyelashes and deepen my Southern accent a little bit and voila! Instant access to a place where I’m not hip enough to be. I’m pretending my ploy came off as charming instead of desperate.
I’ll do anything for a great view and champagne.
Hello Lady Liberty.
Cheers to a good spray tan.