Meet my Boss

The still awe-inspiring NYC Skyline

The still awe-inspiring NYC Skyline

I’m lucky to live and work in this place. New Yorkers bitch and gripe about the cost of living and the crazies roaming the streets; the bugs and the stink of trash in summer; the obnoxious consumption and the corporate dominion; the trust-fund hipsters and the must-see hotspots gone bust in six months; the cab drivers that will mow you down and the unhelmeted amateurs who give us Citybikers a bad name; the human tangle of Time Square and the concrete jungle of midtown; the velvet ropes and bottle service and potholed streets and bad plumbing…

You get the picture.

But I wouldn’t live anywhere else (least of all, Brooklyn––don’t get me started!) This is where I’m meant to be. New York is my muse.

I teach a group of midwestern fashion students who believe this is where they’re meant to be too. When they graduate. But first they’re here:

Kent State's bucolic midwestern campus

Kent State’s bucolic midwestern campus

Young Kim

Young Kim

No, not bad either.

This is the fairy godmother who whisks them away Cinderella-like to the Big Apple and to me.

New York becomes their muse too.

She is my boss, Young Kim. Here’s what she does…

One comment

  1. Last night, coming home in the subway, I felt grimy and dirty. I had forgotten that about New York. As much as I love it, I end up feeling drenched in other’s people’s sadness, anger, tiredness. It must be all that close proximity at any given time. Should I ever win the lottery, though, I would invest in a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights: more mellow but still close. And you would have to cross the bridge and come for tea.

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