Hey, gidday mates! I love living in New York, and I do believe that attending the international fashion weeks is a privilege, not a chore, but after a solid month of shows in Milan, Paris and New York (men’s and women’s), not to mention freezing temperatures, snow, and an internal voice — heady with fashion week-induced insecurity — that tells me all sorts of unhelpful things, it was high-time to get out of the city for a quick breather with my other half.
So yesterday, at 10 o’clock in the morning, we hopped on a train and rode two hours north to the tiny town of Athens, New York, to stay at a heritage hotel named The Stewart House, which was built in the 1880s, and renovated over the last 10 years by a guy named Owen who was a one-time owner of the seminal satire magazine Spy.
It’s the off-season right now for Athens, and the town was deserted of tourists in particular, and humans in general. Over the course of 24 hours, we can’t have seen more than 14 people, but our waitress at The Athens Riverside Diner told us that there’s a huge influx of people over the spring, summer and fall months, especially to the town of Hudson (a quick 10 minute drive away), which is a favorite spot for New Yorkers looking to pick up some thrifty antiques.
Okay, so: This trip actually served two purposes. On Saturday the 30th of January at the little apartment we were staying at in Paris, I proposed to Jenny, and she said yes, and as a result, we have a wedding to plan. We didn’t proclaim the message on social media for the simple fact that so much of our highly curated work-life is showcased on Instagram, and I see it as a platform for strangers, rather than friends and family, so it felt weird to take photos of the ring and be like, “SHE SAID YES!” But if you made it four paragraphs into this blog post, now you know, too.
Our friend Steven Rojas told us about this cute venue called The Yellow House in Athens, NY (also owned by Owen), which boasts an outdoor pavilion perfect for a wedding; plus river views, kayaking, a tennis court, a swimming pool and forest walks, and accommodation for a ton of people, so the primary reason behind us getting the hell outta Dodge was to see if it was a suitable site for a Hindin-Miller/Albright union.
So to sum all that up, it was 24 hours extremely well-spent. I’m writing this on the train back feeling refreshed and energized, and excited to get back home. It doesn’t take much to get me back on track, but it does take something.