Velvet Verbosity

And then we all stood there, collectively holding our breath as we waited to see if the roof would hold. The metal groaned, and then…held. We laughed nervously about the monstrosity on the roof all the way home, but I was mostly quiet as I calculated how many work-study hours it would take me to pay for a new roof.

The walls are so thin here you can join in on a conversation two rooms down. It makes eavesdropping more of an unavoidable activity than a stealth one. And as hard as I tried, there’s just no way to transform a 1950′s raised-ranch into a a cozy, colorful, funky home. The best we could go for was “Classic Claustrophobic and Cluttery”.

Among the highlights of our three days in Manhattan…standing atop Tudor City, a Brooklyn block party and a serendipitous meeting with a photographer…