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NEW YORK | SCENE SPOTLIGHT | 03.02.2010 | Anisha Lakhani.
New York is the only real city. – Truman Capote. It wasn’t the iconic opening scene in Breakfast at Tiffany’s that made me fall in love. The black dress, the upswept hair, the enormous, glasses. . . and of course, Tiffany’s at dawn. New York City’s most iconic cinematic seduction did not hold a candle to the rush I felt watching Holly Golightly’s fantasy stroll come to an abrupt end. A five-floor walk up. Misplaced keys. An infuriated super. Lipstick stored in the mail box. Parties with no guest lists, and without an end in sight. A phone hidden in a hatbox, a misplaced shoe, a cat with no name.
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Then to sit on a fire escape amidst the crowds and sing the loneliest song in the world. . . that was and is the New York City that has a permanent hold on my heart. Inexplicable. Frenzied, even, but sparkling with possibility and feeling – the forgotten pulse that suddenly begins to beat and leaves F. Scott Fitzgerald reverent: “New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world” and Ezra Pound dreamy: “No urban night is like the night there. Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.”
Welcome to PinkMemo’s spotlight on the Empire State – an ode to a city inhabitated by Kerouac’s clan – “the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn burn, burn, burn, like fabulous roman candles” across a metallic skyline. Great talents, new discoveries, and perhaps an occasional nod to sentimentality. . . we’re going to take it beyond Broadway. Let’s light it up.
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Spotlight:
Welcome to PinkMemo’s spotlight on the Empire State. Let’s light it up.
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