Amy Marietta
Never did I think I would be last minute packing on a Friday night for my departure to Miami the following afternoon in the midst of June. Rushed and a little bit messy, I woke up Saturday morning to finally shoot with the talented Jose Martinez on my street in the West Village – Charles Street.
I finally felt at home in New York at this apartment – countless memories were made here. Late night Ubers that led to those early morning arrivals with untamed hair, smudged make up and heels in hand; shisha nights at Casa La Femme to celebrate big wins and new beginnings with friends that turned into family; flirty wine nights at Morandi that led to stolen kisses followed by me telling boys they couldn’t come inside. Those lazy Sunday mornings always accompanied by late brunches in cashmere sweaters, big sunglasses and white chucks. Playing tour guide when my friends visited from out of town – making sure they experienced everything I loved about New York including the walk to the Hudson River to catch sunset. The simple morning walks to Toby’s across the street to order the same iced coffee from the qwerky red head barista who always has the most contagious smile no matter what time or day. Those little talks while sitting on stoops as they smoke their cigarettes and drank wine out of my coffee mugs – talking about boys and dreams. Those times I had to scurry out of my own apartment to catch an early morning flight – leaving him to sleep in.
Charles street is where I created dreams and turned them into a reality while creating memories and experiences along the way. More importantly friendships that I will have forever were started here.
I know this street like the back of my hand – it’s my favorite and always will be in NYC.
Scroll down to join me on this week long journey I did in my Pikolinos shoes. Explore your world. Take leaps. The possibilities are endless.
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Shoes by Pikolinos; Bag by Violet Ray
Photos by Jose Martinez (@j2martinez on Instagram)
“One man has enthusiasm for 30 minutes, another for 30 days, but it is the man who has it for 30 years who makes a success of his life.”
— Edward Butler
“Success in any endeavor does not happen by accident. Rather, it’s the result of deliberate decisions, conscious effort, and immense persistence… all directed at specific goals.”
— Gary Ryan Blair
And then later that Saturday – after coffee with Jose at Toby’s – I left for Miyaaaami. (Yes. Miami.)
We arrived after listening to Will Smith’s hit “Miami” countless times to get us extra groovy. I’ve been to Miami multiple times before but not like this. Let me rephrase that – I’ve never been single in Miami. The energy is indescribable and I’ve never felt so elated.
We stayed at the Thompson hotel for a week – thank you Ricardo and Fernando – I feel like this is one of my homes now. See you soon!
My other pair of Pikolinos – honestly – I’m obsessed.`
So many drinks to try, so little time.
Love this piece by Hunt Slonem.
Love shack.
The Standard – very much my jam. Most beautiful sunset I’ve seen in a while.
The Edition Hotel – if you haven’t checked it out yet – definitely a spot worth experiencing.
Our first time trying Cuban food… I’m a fan.
Spent the 4th of July with an old friend from high school, his family and friends in Key Biscayne at The Ocean Club. It was the most amazing day/night and I felt like it was the first time in a while I got to live in the moment.
And then we threw off our clothes and jumped into the ocean and watched the fireworks above us. Freedom at it’s finest.
