A day out of the life of a
Girl Living in New york

ROSEFIELD will follow a Dutch girl in AMS and an American girl in NYC.
They both dream about what it would be like to live in New York

Half asleep, I grab my watch from the nightstand. It’s not even close to wake up time yet.

1.37 AM, The Bowery

Since moving to the Bowery, I’ve been wearing earplugs at night,

But it’s still not easy to sleep through the ambulance sirens at night. The warning lights fill my bedroom with red shadows, making it appear like a brothel.

Half asleep, I grab my watch from the nightstand. It’s not even close to wake up time yet.

1.37 AM, The Bowery

Since moving to the Bowery, I’ve been wearing earplugs at night,

But it’s still not easy to sleep through the ambulance sirens at night. The warning lights fill my bedroom with red shadows, making it appear like a brothel.

Half asleep, I grab my watch from the nightstand. It’s not even close to wake up time yet.

Half asleep, I grab my watch from the nightstand. It’s not even close to wake up time yet.

I crawl back under the covers, inhaling the smell of the clean sheets.

8.25 AM, The Bowery

I'm late again, but I'm way too clumsy to rush: I'd definitely trip.

8.25 AM, The Bowery

My hair is still unruly

I love the ceiling tiles of the elegant apartment I pass on my left but I won't be seduced by the irresistible charm of this nostalgic building, or by the daydream of a romantic breakfast in a pure white bed inside it. At least not today.

First things first. In dire need of a caffeine fix..

Like they say people work hard and play hard in New York City, and that’s definitely true for me. It’s time to sit down for lunch with my friends at Dimes Deli. I’m dying to try their lavender acai bowl.

First things first. In dire need of a caffeine fix I walk up the first Starbucks I see and order my usual: a cappuccino, with two extra shots of espresso, please.

8.54 PM Nolita, Restaurant Rubirosa

No, no! I’ll rupture a tendon!

Every two months or so, I excitedly start a new work out routine without ever sticking to it.

‘No, no! I’ll rupture a tendon!’ Every two months or so, I excitedly start a new work out routine without ever sticking to it. Barre combines ballet, yoga and pilates, and guessing from the way the instructor is looking at me, I’m not doing very well today. She carefully tries to manipulate my arms and legs into the right position, unfortunately with little result.

7.20 PM, Times Square

Like they say, people work hard and play hard in New York City, and that’s definitely true for me.

I’m slowly sipping my Sicilian Nero D’Avola, while sitting at a wide, wooden bar the color of yellowing newspaper.

From the rooftop we’ll admire the flashy neon lights of Times Square and observe the movements of hundreds of lingering tourists. Lizzie is late to arrive. Hungry for food, my mind wanders. During my time in Amsterdam, I shared a pizza with my ex-boyfriend in a restaurant in the Western part of town that could easily compete with a New York pie.

What would it be like to live there? I think about Amsterdam nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

A day in the life of… Aby

A day in the life of… Ally

What would it be like to live there? I think about Amsterdam nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

A day in the life of… Aby

A day in the life of… Ally