Some Like It Haute

Have I mentioned how much I love New York?  I heart it til it requires a cardiologist.The city never ceases to amaze me—what I see, hear, and experience...and I'm talking about just on my way into work.

On most mornings, I try to get a workout in. So, there I was programming my Lifecycle machine  when I had an epiphany—the treadmill is a moving catwalk! Before I plugged in my headphones to listen to Madonna (at some point, I definitely want to tell you how my inner DJ works for my different workouts), I had to check out everyone's exercise couture. How does that impeccable cut on the skin-tight crop top enhance the definition of those very toned arms? When did perforated leather become the shoe that's fit to be tied? And when did Madonna's stylist start designing sports bras? Hot yoga? More like haute yoga.

In this town, you can be a fashion statement or a fashion victim, all before 6 am. Seriously, I am waiting for a fashion house to start consulting on gym equipment. How cool will it be to pick up a kettlebell in heather mint or choose from rebounders in sorbet brights? All the exercise rooms will be a page straight out of September Vogue.

I love that this city doesn't take its foot off the gas. Every destination is an opportunity to strut its stuff. Local heart rates demand it, including my own. No wonder the line to get a cup of coffee is so long. But it's okay. I am a huge fan of chalkboard coffee house graphics. They may not be on a Playbill cover for a hit Broadway play, but I like discovering these way-off-Broadway productions just as much. What this city has to offer energizes me like a bottomless cup of coffee.

To the LOFT... and strut on it!

Stephen Charles Lincoln