I am up in NYC visiting my parents. Roadie was up early, requesting to go out, so I layered up and was pleasantly surprised by the sun. The streets were quiet. Roadie made a couple of friends, both poodles, as we walked the streets that my mind knows so well. Businesses were closed it being early still, some not to open their doors again. I noticed the buildings, the gutters, the clean brick. NYC has formed me, my aesthetic. I remember Ms. Hudson’s video library, now a dress shop with vogue displayed in the window. The historic buildings of Greenwich village, embedded with years of lives and stories, businesses, come and gone. As I prepare for my move across the country, to another city with its own buildings and people, I consider what I will bring with me:
An appreciation for things well built.
Attention to detail and celebration of beauty.
Recognition that businesses and communal spaces are created by the people that inhabit them as much as the design and structure that acts as the incubator.