the lafayette house.

me at the lafayette house in nyc. we enjoyed a cozy night in by the fire with prosecco and a bottle of wine. our gorgeous queen room used to be the parlor of the old 1840s brownstone with high crown molded ceilings, a huge fireplace and the deepest marble tub i have ever seen. i'm still devising a plan in which i can somehow spend everyday there; i'm thinking i could work as a maid, stirring through the halls in one of those kinky uniforms, cleaning up after crazy parties and drunken nights. and always with a close eye on the characters that come and go, i'd keep a secret diary of my voyeurisms and exaggerating scenarios, i'd turn them into volumes of short stories... maybe it's all in my head and just a silly dream, but the lafayette house is certainly the place to inspire some obscure fantasies. and lucky for me i'll be there again in less than a month, just following fashion week.