Before I arrived, people kept telling me that there's this feeling you get where you're sure you've seen everything before on film at some point, because in all likelihood you have. And they weren't wrong. It's all just as big and tall, the taxis just as yellow and the bagels just as bagel-ly as in the movies.
DKNY are embracing the whole local/global and curating trends with their first concept store. From east to west London and from uptown NYC to downtown, all over the world different neighbourhoods have their own, individual styles. What American design powerhouse DKNY have done is to take their approach to an even more refined, local, boutique level.
Girls is littered with examples of overindulged, entitled twenty-somethings, unable to hold down a job for more than a few months due to personality clashes and boredom, while being entirely self-obsessed and overly concerned with every aspect of their own lives from fashion to food. It paints a picture of an age group trapped in arrested development, desperately unable to grow up.
It is now 7.30. I spot a slight corridor of a shop, more a kiosk than anything. It is a sliver of white marble on 6th called Zibetto. It is open and an elegant man of middle-age stands behind a gleaming Gaggia espresso machine of traditionally huge proportions. He is dapper in a blue shirt and smart, narrow, dark blue tie. He seems more than a barista.