Just here for a few days, hosting a GOOD event for Urban Design Week, eating bagels, and—of course—riding the subway.
Unless the subway wasn’t working, as happened one afternoon. It just happened to be the day I was swearing my subway dress on the subway.
People seemed to really respond to the dress, and I got plenty of nice compliments on it. Except for one time I was waiting exceptionally long at a station for a train that would never come. I suddenly got a tap on my shoulder. “So it’s your fault!” the woman said. “You jinxed it!”