In case you have been living under a rock in New York City, then you will surely know that the long-awaited High Line opened its pearly gates this week…after much toiling and trepidation. Finally, you can stroll down this lovely patch of whatever it is, that stretches from the Meatpacking District to Far West Chelsea. This, naturally, suits me just fine as I live on one end and have a client on the other. It’s as though they built this little walk-way just for me. And a stunning patch of thing it is….at night it’s amazing. Thank you New York City Parks and Recreation. I needed this. And now, can we officially retire all the hoopla around this garden patch? If there is one more Calvin Klein event up there, I will just plotz. Just so you all know, Diane von Furstenberg has been the Grande Doyenne of this park, and I’d like to go out on a limb here and say if it wasn’t for her stewardship, my little walkway might not have seen the light of day, well, at least not this quickly. So, kudos Diane.
Now, let’s all take a deep breath, and remember the rest of the world does exist and there are many pressing needs and issues that would greatly benefit from $140,000,000 and tons of attention. On that note….and a serious one at that, mind you…I give you images from the “Yet Another Calvin Klein Party” on the High Line, the walkway that is My Own Private Idaho. Sidebar: The High Line starts where all the sex trucks of the 70’s were parked. There must be plenty of poontang ghosts flying around. Let’s hope the park does not get haunted by unwanted sex acts. Heaven forbid.
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there's Diane VF and……..
who are all these people ?