“everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.” // s. wright
taking into consideration my last meditation in this space, you wouldn’t blame me for hopping on a flight and taking a 48 hour reprieve from reality, could you? ninety minutes later and i touched-down in the completely alternate universe of NYC. if you ever needed to get out of your own head, i suggest heading directly into the belly of that beast.
the next morning – i set out early, in a pair of high-top vans, thankfully lighter than the double-soled wulfrun creepers i wore the day before. soho for breakfast, a spin around broadway, walking as far as i could before cutting it close on my tickets to the whitney. by late afternoon – i had walked a good stretch, thankful for the trainers i shoved into my bag at the last minute, but rather envious of what seemed to be the shoe of new yorkers on the move – or the tourists who love them.
all of ’em – nike internationalist