I’d wake up in…
New York
And stay at…
Crosby Street Hotel
Breakfast would be…
Poached eggs and curried lentils at the Ace but I still dream of the chicory coffee and beignets at the Cafe du Monde in New Orleans
I would wear…
A Boglioli shirt, Acne jeans, Fiorentini & Baker boots and my Guillotine jacket.
And take these travel essentials…
Passport, phone & wallet. Anything else I can buy.
I’d listen to…
The honking of horns, the babble and chatter, maybe a bit of the Heavy maybe some Beethoven.
And visit…
The Frick (there is secret hankering to have lived there – I have the same hankering for Hearst Castle but am fully aware that these are just delusions of grandeur). MoMa (where I would quite happily not live)
Have lunch at…
A Sabretts hotdog would do but maybe some fat East Coast oysters.
Buy…
That 12th Century Cambodian gold bangle I have loved for so long at De Vera.
Hang out with…
I love the anonymity of cities but I would probably spend time with my old friends Graham Head & Madeline Weinrib
Relax at…
The bar in The Mercer.
Drink…
Diet Coke
Chat with…
My wife Al and my children Otis & Violet to tell them that I would be home soon.
And wind down the evening having dinner at…
Balthazar because it is next door to the hotel and seems to be busy and buzzy 24 hours a day.
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