Friday nights we would scour Time Out NY for the weekend “happenings”. We didn’t have two nickels to rub together so we would count on our favorite dives like Veselka for breakfast and Sugar Reef for dinner as well the stand by – a trip to the farmers market in Union Square for fresh fish and vegetables which CF would cook on the camper grill my mother gave us placed inappropriately on the fire escape of our flat. Smoke would billow in but we didn’t care. Late morning we would head downtown first – meandering through Soho with a stop at Amsterdam café to share a Seabreeze (I said we didn’t have a nickel to spare). We just loved being together. We would spend the entirety of the day walking and hanging – talking about fashion and art and dreaming. I remember it so vividly. It was as though no one else existed. It was just us and the city and we marveled at all the things to do and see. The couple in the photo made me remember those days. With all going around them, they are completely focused on each other.
There is such a deep nostalgia for that time, particularly this trip. I stopped by our old neighborhood – stood in front of our apartment building on that tree-lined street close to Grammercy Park. All these years later, I still feel the same way. I can be in a room full of people and he is still the only one I want to talk to.