by Jamee Gregory
Could this be fall’s last gasp? Central Park blazes, splashes of red, patches of orange, clumps of ochre, while yellow leaves drift slowly to the ground. How to fight the melancholy moment and seize the day?
I head for the Meatpacking District after a run and a quick shampoo-stop at Fekkai. My friend, Allison Stern, picks me up in front of Bendel’s and we’re off to Pastis for lunch.
Little West 12th Street is buzzing. The restaurant is filled with PYTs (pretty young things) in jeans. The mirrors reflect the bustling banquettes, the chalkboards filled with specials, the waiters hoisting drinks. Sun streams through the noisy room. Fresh tomato soup, grilled tuna, a vegetarian Panini followed by two skim-milk capuccino’s and we're on our way, hitting the road for our shopping safari.
The streets are ripped up and rough, construction sites dominate every corner. The Highline is rising again and we have to cover our ears as we dart into Scoop which now covers a block with it’s various shops, including the newest, Scoop Street, which has books and exercise wear, along with home furnishings. The merchandise is varied, from jeans to jerseys and we flip through the stores.