Thoughts while roaming NYC last year:
What does it mean to create an experience for someone—a guest, a customer—and how can I make a living out of it?
Solo travel. Not sure how I feel about it.
This city is in constant transition. A cafe opens where a concept shop just closed. In one month, that woman (the one next to you, on the corner) will call a new neighborhood home. Nothing is permanent. And I'm just passing through.
Palettes I'm loving: cherry wood + peach leather + chalkboard green + gold brass. In other words, this place.
It's easy for me—someone with (at times) intense social anxiety—to fall into a pattern of doing things for others solely because it's the easier thing to do. Because it will keep my anxieties at bay. NYC is the perfect place to practice otherwise.
There aren't enough creative havens for us introverted folk. Let's change that, mmmkay?