Stacy Horn

This is my favorite shot from my 9/11 lunch. I got the full group shot but I prefer this one, which I took while people were lining up.

Here’s the full group.

Horses! There were lots of them. These guys were heading off to follow a march down Broadway.

I was actually zeroing in on the dog. I just happened to get this guy with his lovely message for us. Sigh.

Sigh again.

Every year I organize a lunch for the 9/11 volunteers (with my official cousin Barbara Horn who now does all the work) so I’ll be heading downtown in a while.

Speaking of 9/11, I read a bunch of books afterwards, and then I got burnt out on 9/11 and stopped reading. But I just started The Looming Tower and MAN. This guy can write. I’m getting such an education about the history that led up to 9/11.

There was a candlelight vigil in support of the Cordoba Community Center last night. I smiled the whole time walking by. With all respect to those who feel differently about this issue, this event was so different than the protest against. The protest against was all hate speech and how the Constitution was never meant to include Muslims, and so on. This was friendly and warm, very neighborhood-y, and the crowd was diverse. It was also a lot bigger which made me happy.

What a night I passed through yesterday. Census workers, candlelight vigil for religious tolerance and Fashion’s Night Out. And that was just one, teeny, tiny path through Manhattan. All over the city there were millions of other parties and meetings and events.

There were parties all over the city last night to celebrate fashion week. The area where I’ve been living for the past 30 years has become fashionable, so it was wall to wall parties all around me.

There’s an actress in the middle of this one, Mena Suvari, and perhaps others, but she is the only one I recognize. This was on Perry Street and it was the party for Teen Vogue. I got there too late for give-aways, if there were any. Damnit.

This was on Bleecker by Perry. By the way, Michael Kors is putting up a store to replace … the one that was there. I forget the name, never went in there!

They put this big mirror up above Cynthia Rowley’s store. It was quite beautiful really. I noticed that you can see me taking the shot in it, I’m right below the flash. I’m sorry I was too tired to walk around and explore more. I enjoyed the festive feel of it, even though I felt pretty bland in comparison.

There’s a fashion week event on Perry Street tonight, on the block next to mine, the Sex and the City block. I got some free lipsticks out of the fashion week even they held there last year. I’ll see what I can score this year, except I’ll be downtown for a Census dinner, and I may miss the give aways!

A couple of men walking toward me as I was walking uptown. I love that I live in a dress-up town.

While on my way up to the Met they were shooting a scene for the show White Collar. I didn’t get an action shot, and unless I told you this was a movie set you wouldn’t be able to tell! These are not real FBI people.

The thing is, I watched the season finale last night and I found it horribly disturbing. The gentle talking to the dying Mozzie, the way he was rifling through his pockets. It just freaked me out. I realize I’m saying dying and they could make Mozzie survive, but it looks like he was shot in the heart, and realistically I don’t think he would survive that. But who knows. I love that character. Ugh. I watch this show for fun, not to be horribly disturbed. (My favorite character is Peter, though.)