I would have said goodbye, but I didn't want anyone to hear that my apartment was unoccupied, lest they come and burgle me.
I do not wish to be burgled.
Anyway. I'm back now and ready to rave about all things Manhattan! Are you excited? (You know you are. Don't even pretend you're not.)
I knew New York would be chock full of all that is chic. I've always known that. But after five days in the city, I really was overwhelmed by it all. Mostly, by the diversity of chicness. And I think that's saying a lot. I live in Toronto, okay? I know it's not Manhattan, but it's probably the most diverse city in the world.
Anyhoo, in honour of this blog's title, here are the three "chicest" things I experienced while in Manhattan proper.
1. The Jonathan Adler store in Greenwhich.
We stumbled off the escalator, looking dishevelled (he was carrying a backpack, but hey, at least it wasn't a fanny pack). We ended up smack in the middle of a Manolo's New Shoes book signing event. It was obvious we didn't belong. We were not wearing black. My bright orange Goodwill jacket was like a neon sign blinking "I am middle class!" Nathan's beard and plaid shirt competed with a loud "I am Canadian!" Nonetheless, we hovered. Why not? The next thing we knew, a lovely young waiter was taking pity on us and giving us glasses of champagne (bless you, sir, whoever you are).
THEN, I noted a flash of crocodile green to my left. Who was it? None other than Vogue's André Leon Talley, perched on a throne-like chair, looking like a huge Queen. (In the royal sense, not the homosexual sense.) And just beyond him was Blahnik himself, decked out in a shiny purple suit and hot pink loafers (which I think he's worn to multiple signing events. You can check out some AP photos here . God I wish I hadn't been too chicken to snap a few of my own. The only pic I took is this one:
Best of all, the whole thing is a charitable endeavour to help with what they call the "twin crises" of HIV/AIDS and homelessness. From the store's website: "Since 1990, we have provided the highest quality services for homeless men, women, and children living with HIV and AIDS in New York City and beyond."
You had me at homelessness, Housing Works. In fact, you had me at HIV. I'm officially in love with you.
I helped a very cool-looking lady with a massive synthetic afro button up a vintage dress from the 70s and fingered some dining chairs before remembering that I was visiting New York, not furnishing my new loft. It was a sad realization.