I will never tire of you

New York.

All Coachella'd out, I hopped on a redeye last week to spend a few days over in the city of my obsession.  Seeing all the popcorn trees I realised it was one year exactly since my first visit, although no less magical than the first time.  Some snaps that I took between hurried steps:

Despite some snow, spring was well and truly springing - seasons are totally a thing over here.

Finally made it out to MOMA and this guy, which I completely bypassed the first time.  Good touristy fun.

I ran into this woman at a flea market on 5th.  She asked me if I wanted to take a picture of her ducky hat (yes, obviously) and then insisted on posing with her carton of Sexy.  HONY watch out  :)

A terrible photo, but captures the moment of swinging on a rooftop bar at 1am, cocktail in hand, celebrating that we were all wearing flat shoes for Sleep No More - which, for the record, I 100% recommend but it is definitely not for the faint hearted.  Four cheese and truffle pizza followed shortly after this photo was taken, of course.

Not pictured but no less wonderful: a walk along my beloved High Line, hot dogs in Central Park and Easter breakfasts with old friends.  Making a mental note now to not let a whole year go by before my next visit.  I still love you NY!