In search of lost New York
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Published on 02/19/2018
– – –The New York skyline with the Empire State Building and Chrysler Building
Quelle: Getty Images/Moment RF
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For many people, New York is a place of longing. For our author, however, the city has lost its initial appeal. Another visit should change that.
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Aclose and go. I hadn’t been in New York for over a year, and another year could have passed by on my own. That might sound spoiled, but it was something else. I was amazed and irritated to find that America, this much-traveled country of my heart, had lost its charm for me. Of course there was a political twist to this feeling – reading two books about Donald Trump is pretty unhealthy. But I didn’t want to make it my own, especially as a German one knows what it is like to be put in a crude drawer. I am almost as disturbed by the socio-political dimension of the #MeToo debate. Too much for me, too much posing for this serious matter. As much as I like taking part in the Women’s March, I am irritated by the ruthlessness of the current “revolution”.
But was that it or just travel fatigue? I have already been able to travel to so many countries and perhaps because of that I have long since found my happy place in life. Will it be enough at some point? One thing is clear: my homeland is stronger than the globetrotter curiosity. When I was young I wanted an apartment in New York, it seemed so promising. Strangely enough, my longing was satisfied when a friend made his wonderful penthouse apartment in Uptown available to me for a few days.
It was cool, but I loved going home too. New York was still the city without a catch, but rather quickie (can we still say that today?) For the new energy kick. There was something in the air between the skyscrapers. Exhausting, but at the same time a refill of creativity (not to mention the wardrobe refill). But you don’t have to go for cool things anymore.
– –The author in the Grand Army Plaza at the entrance to Central Park
Source: Inga Griese
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What else is important, the strength? I didn’t want to give up from a distance, give in to a feeling of disinterest, I’m a reporter, after all. Four days of Fashion Week seemed like a good plan. I didn’t want to give up the tingling sensation that once filled me when I landed in the Big Apple without a fight. You get older, but luckily you don’t get disinterested because of it.
The outbound flight was easy, a bit delayed, but the wind always wins. Before the endless taxi queue, an Uber driver offered his services, I quickly gondolaed in a neat SUV to Manhattan, everything easy. The skyline appeared in the night sky, I wanted to be very happy and was disappointed in myself. No tingling. Over the next few days I was at inspiring fashion shows, had interesting encounters and interviews, we did a shoot with great young Italians, I met photographers and stylists, was invited to an exclusive dinner with Victoria and David Beckham, lived in the wonderful ” The Mark “. A life to envy yourself for.
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