Yesterday I left my apartment around 3 p.m. to hit up a couple of holiday markets. I was a few blocks away when I thought, “Hey, you should bring your camera.”
I’m glad I turned around and went back to retrieve it. I originally had a vague notion of taking photos at the markets, but it turned into an orgy of festive photos when I walked out of the Wythe Hotel at 5 p.m. and found snowflakes falling from the sky. I ducked into the G train, and when I emerged into the night in Carroll Gardens, the flurry had intensified into a full snowfall, bestowing a white mantle on cars, wrought iron fences and the little firs for sale outside of bodegas.
Meanwhile. everything was aglow with Christmas lights–stoops, windows, balconies. It was one of the moments when the city bewitches you, and you remember why you stay here. Just when you’re bored with everything, it hooks you back in with some of this magic.
It was frigidly cold as I walked through Williamsburg to the holiday market.
I loved the juxtaposition of this candy apple red motorcycle against the sad tree behind it.
Wreath at Wythe Hotel
Wreath at Wythe Hotel, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Beacon’s Closet will soon move out to make way for Vice’s expansion.
A couple trying to figure out where they want to go next.
A traditional red stoop decorated for the holidays …
And a modern apartment building with lights strung up.
Snow was falling harder when I got out of the G train in Carroll Gardens.
Dapper? Why “Dapper”? I can’t answer that question.
Small Christmas firs for sale outside a bodega in Carroll Gardens.
I accidentally took the J train, and when I got off at Second Avenue, a vintage subway train decorated for Christmas was waiting for me.
People dressed in vintage threads were milling about.
The S train, for “Special.”
A classy planter on a small street below Houston.