I’ve always been interested in secret things: secret rooms, hidden passageways, and revolving doors. I like the shady nooks and crannies, places you might not see with the unexperienced eye.

Blue train: a day to pack up my East Village digs and a day to move to Harlem. It’s been like Korsakov’s “Flight of the Bumble-Bee,” in a jazzy sort of way.

This was his first time in NYC, but only stayed for two days so I had to cut the fluff when showing him around. This is where we ended up going.

Mid-Valentine’s day she broke the news with “we are going to go take trapeze lessons in an hour, get dressed!”