New York at Its Worst

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir

"New York in February is New York at its worst, unless you count those hundred-degree August weekends when everyone's off at the Hamptons but you. The cheery buzz of the holidays is long gone, and the spring thaw is too distant to provide any solace. Add a three-inch layer of blackened slush, and it can feel like Moscow without the twelve-cent vodka."
Rob Reid, Year Zero

Beginning of Winter

Christmas tree stand in Morningside Heights

"What Dakota most enjoyed about the beginning of winter was the crispness of the air (that practically demanded the wearing of knits) and the way that tough New Yorkers—on the street, in elevators, in subways—were suddenly willing to risk a smile. To make a connection with a stranger. To finally see one another after strenuously avoiding eye contact all year."
Kate Jacobs, Knit the Season