Hey, gidday mates! So we flew in from Greece on Thursday night, spent two hours in line at customs (whenever people ask me what Isaac DOESN’T Like, waiting forever at airports after I’ve landed is my answer), got home at midnight, slept one night at home, then woke up extra early Friday morning and caught the train up to Montauk, where Jenny was hosting a paddle boarding competition, during which I jumped on a board fully clothed and promptly fell into the water.Click to Continue!
Ashika Pratt on Montauk Beach. I always think that the only way to stay sane while living in New York City is to get the hell out of dodge as frequently as humanly possible. For me it’s not the lack of nature or the traffic or the 24/7 sirens, it’s the amount of socialising you do. I can’t remember the last night I stayed in or went to bed before 1:00am, and I certainly can’t remember the last home cooked meal I ate. So yesterday morning some friends and I hopped a taxi to Penn Station, caught a train toClick to Continue!
I always say that the only way to survive New York is to leave. This is a crazy ass city and if you don’t get out every now and again, you run the risk of nervous breakdown, spontaneous combustion and/or immaculate conception, probably in that order. There are a couple of ways to do it, and it all depends on your financial status. If you’re rich, you go to the Hamptons. If you’re broke, you go to Central Park, Bushwick, the Cloisters, or somewhere that feels like you’ve left, but doesn’t cost more than a metro card swipe. If you’reClick to Continue!