Quince in New York, New York

ClosetTravel

Nov 20

I arrived in New York around 5:00pm on a Friday evening. It was Halloween, a holiday I have come to love, this year, for the very first time. I credit my sons.

The sun was setting behind the landscape of Manhattan skyscrapers that nearly defy the principles of physics. As my Uber driver quietly made his way to the Upper West Side, where I would stay with a close friend, I watched families, couples, and groups of friends fill the streets in costumes of every flavor. “What a night to be a New Yorker,” I thought.

I thanked my driver, dropped my bags, and promptly left to gather my weekend staples. Annie Hartnett’s The Road to Tender Hearts played through my AirPods, until her story was interrupted by fireworks over Central Park. As New York often does, it felt like a scene straight out of a film, one that examines a young woman contemplating her place in the world as she makes her way to a nearby grocer for tomorrow’s coffee beans.

I have never lived in New York, and yet, it is so familiar to me. I feel very myself in New York, as if I wear a version of confidence that exists nowhere else. Why is New York so familiar to me? From where does this feeling come? Although New York is seemingly endless, it feels intuitive to me—manageable and well known—like I might run into someone I know at any moment.

The next day, I was walking in Soho from Stone and Strand to Kith. I saw a familiar face, the husband of a friend I have known since college, one I have not seen in nearly a decade. She lives in New York, and I very quickly noticed she was walking closely beside him. I shouted her name. She turned to find my jaw on the ground, my arms outstretched. We both gasped and embraced each other as one might expect. This moment felt rather divine. I did run into someone I know, someone I love and have missed for quite some time.

This particular visit also coincided with the New York Marathon, so the city carried a particular air, one of encouragement and vitality, fullness and strength. To share this city, for a brief weekend, with all who make it so special was an immense treat. On my final evening, I met my long-time close friend, Lauren Taylor Luke, to capture my favorite Quince items in Hudson Yards, yet another moment that felt surreal. Lauren was there to watch her brother run the marathon, and it was a gift to briefly borrow her to capture this imagery together.

Below you will find imagery of Quince in Hudson Yards in New York, New York. You can also explore my favorite Quince items here, as well as below.

This post was created in partnership with Quince.