New York, New York. It’ll always be home. And now that I’ve had this Parisian life, it will always be different.
Being there for a shoot this past week, not being on my own terms, was très different. Not that I’m complaining. Not at all. Despite averaging about five hours a sleep a night and 5000 calories a day (or, because of?), it was great fun.
The films we were shooting won’t be live until next spring. But here’s a cute scene from one of them.
And the set of the other.
The 30th floor of the Carlyle Hotel.
Overlooking Central Park. Mon dieu.
It was a long day, so I got to watch the sunset…
… and take in the incredible views of midtown at night.
(This view could be yours, too, for $5k a night.)
After the three non-stop workdays, which included non-stop eating and non-stop drinking, and even a little dancing, I finally had a day of rest.
Or, more accurately, a day of gluttony.
Bennie and I met for a decadent lunch at Gramercy Tavern.
He didn’t want his picture taken, so I busied myself capturing the classic autumnal atmosphere.
(Which matched the gorgeous foliage outside.)
Just a few hours later, I got ready to have dinner and drinks with Amee and Jules at The Jane.
Which was followed the next day by a quick lunch at 'inoteca with Peter, Mitchell, Mel and Alison…
… before hopping back on the plane—with Carine Roitfeld (sweet!)...
...to a pink-skied Paris.
What will this coming week hold?