And so ends another week of work in Manhattan... Memorable photo shoots, sublime new hotels, glamorous West Village boutiques, gorgeous Bowery stores, and still-scented late summer gardens... New York is always kind to me, and I'm always grateful in return. I still long for the day when we can have a teeny crash pad near Gramercy Park, but until then it's the 20-hour commute from Australia...
We're off to Charleston and Savannah this week for a little break after the madness of Fashion Week. (I was in NY to shoot a book about style rather than attend the fashion shows, so I only saw fragments of the mayhem – and did it in flat shoes, Grace Coddington-style black workhorse clothes and inferior hair – but it was still an eye-opener.)
Next stop: The South. And then to London for a little while. Posts may be sporadic, but will try to do an Insider's Guide to London – beautiful, grand, dignified, refined old London. Who can complain about travelling when the upsides are so wonderful? As my intrepid globe-hopping grandmother used to say: Seeing the world is surely one of life's greatest privileges...
PS I'm heading to Instagram soon with everyone else, but will still try to post here too. As always, thank you for reading. I hope you find things to be grateful for in your life as much as I do in mine.
Ovando in the West Village
Possibly Manhattan's most beautiful florist.
Bond St Perfumery
(I loved 'Bryant Park' and 'Central Park South', but I did wonder if they'd considered making a perfume called 'Late Night In The Meatpacking District'?))
Madeleine Weinrib's beautiful atelier at ABC Carpet & Home.
Shop chic on the Upper East Side.
Gramercy Park Hotel's Do Not Disturb signs, which are the last word in Do Not Disturb style.
Ovando's floristry wonders again.
Kate Spade's new flagship store on the Upper East Side.
Rizzoli bookstore, a mecca for lovers of design titles.
Henri Bendel department store's ornate balconies.
Colour co-ordination to the nth degree in front of Bergdorf Goodman.
A perfect outfit during Fashion Week: taxi-cab yellow and zebra crossing-style stripes.
More lovely lemon in the West Village.
More from Kate Spade's new flagship store.
(The pale pink silk sofa was as covetable as the chaise.)
The shoes of Kate Spade's senior strategist, whom I met when we were comparing shoes in the uptown Kate Spade store.
(Her were far superior.)
An exquisite window display of antique silver hand mirrors in the West Village – classic Fashion Week chic.
My new shoes. J'adore.
A store that designs paper bags for New York boutiques.
The Lion restaurant
Still a favourite.
Dior at Saks.
Sublime merchandising, in true Dior style.
Adieu from the always-gorgeous New York.