February 17, 2014
… here I am. All by my self. In the lobby at Dream Downtown in Chelsea, NYC.
Image courtesy of Dreamdowntown.com
This hotel is a real favourite for me. I have been staying here a couple of times in the last few years, and it might sound stupid, but it is a bit like ”coming home”. Maybe that’s only because I want it to feel like home, I don’t know, but the feeling is there regardless of the reason.
I have stayed here privately, but mostly I’ve been coming here for work (not that I really know the difference, but…) and when I have work to do it feels so good to know the place where you’re staying and feel almost ”at home”.
It is Fashion Week here in NYC and that is the reason for me being here. My flights were confirmed about 15 hours before take off, but here I am, and though it is a city covered in snow and ice and with a temperature that is way lower than the one I left at home in Sweden, I love it. I love this city even now when the dustcarts haven’t had access to the smaller streets and the piles of trash-bags are starting to reach the height of a model in killer heels. Not that I had any doubts, but now it’s definitely clear that my love for this city stays untouched and unconditional.
My morning coffee from the cart just a few steps from my hotel tastes just the way it should, despite the streets having quite a different look than they usually do.
But back to my here and now for a minute. I just realised that when I, 15 years ago, was dreaming about the future, one of the dreams definitely included exactly this second. Sitting here in the lobby at my NYC hotel, working. I feel so totally comfortable in this situation that it almost scares me.
Ok, seize the moment. Seeeiiiize the moment…
Living my dream at Dream Downtown NYC.
(… and exactly there I was interrupted by a guy who asked if he could join me. He already had two cocktails, (well prepared) one in each hand, and he did not accept a no! I guess he is still down there at the bar, sipping cocktail number two; after 30 minutes and a total lack of understanding, I had to escape to my room. Did I mention that he was Swedish? And probably half my age?
I am no longer in the bar. I am at my room. But I brought a glass of wine! And the wish to continue my work for yet an hour or two.)
So far I have been doing, amongst many other things, this:
Watching this amazing city from above and feeling that very, very special feeling.
Spending some time in the Hudson Studios with its amazing views and daylight.
Posing in my hotel window. Just because the window obviously screams at me to do exactly that.
Going through jet-lag, stress, laughs, work, deep-talking, light-talking, some glasses of wine and even some very quick shopping together with this fantastic colleague and friend of mine, photographer Magnus Ragnvid.
Hanging out and having a laugh with the one and only Tommy Hilfiger.
Looking forward to the rest of this short trip!