tribeca grand hotel
-
“The book I begin to write is in her eyes” Photography by Derrick Leung writing by Mark M. Whelan
the smell of bergamot drifted across the gardens swirling and twirling in invisible plumes of perfume until they were inhaled by the girl sitting next to me and yes she looked at the fountain she looked at him watching her and as she breathes in the delicate and distinct aroma she notices me watching her, and the book I begin to write is in her eyes, and it takes me back to the Roxy Hotel, and the tea diffuses into the water reaching out to the confines of its cup in clouds of colour. T
-
A New York conversation..happens all the time
To surround ourselves with good people and true friends7:45pmT it makes so much difference when you have wonderful friends! you are a great friend if you are going to visit your friend, though …. wait a sec, don’t you study or work??? 7:46pmM I work haha I finisished my MA 10 years ago! 7:46pmT ok MA, Master of arts, I presume 7:47pmM yes, indeed 7:47pmT I finished mine too i mean my home grown MA with my two friends from Hermitage 7:48pmT anyway, you will destruct yourself, sometimes things look different from the distance and you may go back to each other, i thought you were good together with #####:)…
