It is cold and wet in NYC so we decided to stop in at the finest haberdashery the Manhattan has to offer.

Staying at the W hasn’t been the best hotel experience ever — the Waldorf-Astoria will be hard to defeat with that title…then again they have more experience — but there are a lot of nice touches that make it feel upper crust. The swinging explosive doorman, Denzel, made our arrival seem like we were about to meet the Wizard. Daily lobby offerings of crisp fresh apples or oversized Bliss Spa towelettes make our departures and returns refreshing. In the evenings the lobby becomes a lounge and the bulk of the transformation is carried by a video installation that changes the interpretation of the overhead sculpture from peaceful meadow to an artsy frenetic dance motif.

I think I have this new camera figured out. It should work great for vlogging. I’ll set your mood to “big city” and ask your indulgence for pointless video.

One thing that convinces me the I can’t live in NYC are these ridiculously claustrophobic lengthy subway escalators. I could neer get used to this.

“My heart fills up like a balloon—and it’s about to burst.”