It’s been a slice, 2014. You gave us beauty. You gave us laughs. You gave us “Fancy.” And in New York, you gave us these precious, strange moments...<br /> <br /> Never change.
“If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere,” is a thing we say here. Then the polar vortex
happened, and it was like, “F**k making it here, I’m moving to LA.” May we never experience that
again.
For a little over a week, two guys lived in a giant hamster wheel in a Williamsburg boiler room, for art. It
had a desk, drawers and beds. And bathrooms. One guy lived on the outside of the wheel, one inside. So in
NYC real estate parlance, this was a two-bedroom.
Few people bother to outline their Airbnb house rules with “And please, no orgies.” Just seems like it
goes without saying. Apparently not, though, for the working girls who were turning apartments into dens of
iniquity. But hey, there’re all kinds of ways to tip your doorman.
Instagram outlaws breasts. Scout Willis, American hero, sees injustice there. So she went for a topless
stroll around Manhattan. You have to be the change you want to see in the world.
Fashion Week had it all. Wild Bushwick parties. Make outs with Alexander Wang. Pasties. And that was just
Miley Cyrus.
Eighty-eight fans showed up to a SoHo Holiday Inn on a crisp October morn, gave a password and learned
they’d been invited by Taylor Swift to chill in her new Tribeca digs for an evening of twee pop-country
delight. It must be tough making friends when you’re Taylor Swift.
