Recently I picked up a side gig doing a few web stories on points of interest in downtown New York. So, on a recent 80-degree, zero-humidity weekday afternoon (maybe the only one of this entire wretched summer), I headed into lower Manhattan, camera and notebook in hand. I wish I got to "work" like this all the time, but sadly, my life is not that awesome. Yet.
After arriving and getting that hazy feeling I get when I wait too long for lunch, I headed to Ground Support for two of my favorite urban pastimes: paying too much for coffee, and staring at strangers while eating. Spotted: moneyed Europeans, Malcolm Gladwell, and a girl who was maddeningly familiar in the sort of preppy-sophisticate way that meant she either grew up in my neighborhood (Upper West Side) or had a guest-starring role on Gossip Girl. Typical SoHo.
Then I set out walking up and down Wooster St. It's a fascinating microcosm of downtown New York in that you'll pass the world's most ostentatious Chanel store and then about half a block later, the streetscape transitions into something out of the zombie apocalypse.