the stories of a los angeles violinist

new york // part 1

Added on by Jordan Martone.

and so begins my 2-part blog series on new york. 

i love LA. i love LA. however, i loved new york. i was surprised how quickly i fell in love with this huge city on such a small island. i had the most amazing trip and i'm so grateful for the opportunity i had to visit one of the greatest cities in the world. 

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our flight in to the city was a total tease. we flew around manhattan and had a bird's eye view of central park. it's just as beautiful from the ground as it was from the sky, let me tell you. 

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we were lucky enough to stay with our dear friend Lane in his adorably old apartment in west harlem. this was our view from his bedroom window. we woke up to the sound of the train running during the morning commute and fell asleep to ambient city sounds. couldn't have been in a happier place.

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forgive my i've-been-on-a-plane-for-10-hrs look, but this was our first night in the city and we had to stop by times square for kicks. times square is one of those things that you have to see in life cuz it's times square, but you definitely want to get in and get out cuz it is cray. coincidentally, we ended up in times square very often in the 8 days we were there, cuz all the broadway shows are in that area. 

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baby kenna! quick explanation on why we were even in NY in the first place:

kenna was in a new musical called generation me that was accepted in to the new york fringe festival (after a successful run at the hollywood fringe festival). my mom already knew she was going with her (sending a 16-year old off to live by herself in NY, not cool.) and i had always wanted to go. my parents offered to buy me a ticket for my 21st birthday and i thought "slocum girls trip to NY? down." 

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visiting carnegie hall, ya know. oh, hey anne sophie mutter!

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now, let me tell you about tiffany's. 

"it calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;
nothing very bad could happen to you there,
not with those kind men in their nice suits,
and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets.
if i could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's,
then i'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name."

- holly golightly (audrey hepburn) breakfast at tiffany's.

every word of that quote was perfectly accurate. it was the disneyland of jewelry. there's a funny way that my ring sparkles a little extra when i'm at tiffany's, as if it knows it's home. i certainly felt at home.

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the plaza hotel. i noticed it right away (from the suite life of zack and cody. embarrassing.) and it was raining, so it was the perfect time to duck inside. and, would you know it, there were eloise mementos all over the walls! eloise at the plaza was easily one of my favorite childhood movies. it was surreal seeing where it was filmed. 

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central park is a little slice of heaven. i kept singing "how do i knooooow he loves meeee?!" out loud. i didn't care. enchanted, anyone?

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kleinfeld. oy.

i've never felt so strongly about being both an out-of-place child and a grown woman at the same time. trying on my first dress was like "what am i doing here?" but trying on the best dress was "hell yeah, i'm getting married!" and i've never been so starstruck than i was in that store. i was starstruck for the store, the atmosphere, not the people. weird... i've seen the show a million times and i turned in to a nervous idiot when i met my consultant and she led me out on to the floor. 

a salon full of supportive women is a thing to be treasured.

(and yes, they were filming that day. my mom and sister's heads are probably going to be in the back of one of the new episodes. ha!) althought i did not find "the dress of my dreams" there, i found out what i do and don't like. for example: i discovered that i hate lace. hate it. and i love tulle. (next stop, BHLDN!)

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 a blonde, a brunette and a red-head...

a blonde, a brunette and a red-head...

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thank god i'm marrying an italian, cuz cannoli.

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when you get an entire subway car to yourselves, you play parkour and strike a pose. i loved riding the subway. i've been saying it for a while now, but LA needs to get on the subway train. (pun intended) i'd be all over that. 

currently jet-lagged and quite weary, i end this post with a thank you to the readers to are sticking through all these travel posts of mine. i'll get back to the violin-y ones soon.

i'm thankful for every one of you.