Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are Made Of


Sometimes Jay-Z just gets to me. Like in that uhhh, nah, nah, nahhh kind of way. Makes me want to raise an angry fist, wax poetically about my lover, or talk trash. Or drop lyrics about a city I love. When he raps about New York City, I envy his passion and skill. Well, because, of his passion and skill, but also because I just didn’t understand it. I’ve been to the Big Apple five times and all five times I walked away thinking, So THAT’S what people make a big deal about? I know, I know, there’s some neu yawker out there who’s planning to set my feet in cement and drop me in the Hudson because I just said that, but wait. There’s more.

JD and I spent a few days in New York and I have to say I finally got it. Whatever the it is. It hit me like a raging bull and I merely hung on for the ride. We booked a last-minute shoot and the next thing you know, we’re staying in the city, walking through Central Park, haling cabs, and walking with our heads down focusing on the snow-covered floor. That last part? Soooo New Yorker.

Pictures from the shoot are coming soon, but in the mean time, here’s a few iphone snapshots of our trip…
Breakfast at EAT Cafe, The Met, Times Square at Night, Me (laughing, per usual), The sun trying to shine despite the cold weather.
Coffee (which we usually don’t drink but wanted to be cool), Soho, Filming a segment for The Knot TV, My humor (at it’s worst), Me in front of fancy stairs.

I fell in love. With everything. With everyone. With the chance of imagining myself walking the streets and owning them. I felt alive and in that moment, I realized Jay-Z might be onto something… In New York,Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There’s nothing you can’t do, Now you’re in New York,These streets will make you feel brand new, The lights will inspire you, Let’s here it for New York, New York, New York…