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:
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…