The 250 slaughterhouses that existed in 1900 in the Meatpacking District of Manhattan are mostly gone, and the area where once the blood of cattle flowed is now one of the hippest new neighborhoods in NY city.
At the clubs, bouncers are busy bouncing people trying to look cool (or cold… some women are wearing sleeveless dresses in this December night).
The windows of Diane von Furstenberg’s studio slowly change color lights.
I am definitely not hip nor a swank clubber, but great things can spring up in unsuspected places. I walk into a pizza parlor where I get one of the best slices of pizza ever, and take a picture of two girls checking their phones (of course).
