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NEW YORK MY DNA

 

HAgiography of Midtown Antoinette ( 1973-2011)

 

In 2009, just before her 37th birthday, a woman from Paris moves to New York on a whim. She settles in Midtown Manhattan, and amidst the culture shock, experiences a personal renaissance and liberation from the stifling traditionalism of her home. Within three years, she has spent her whole self – money, charm, and youth – on all the pleasures of the city, discovering every manner of suitor, every rooftop bar, every concert hall, and the bottom of every bottle of Champagne. Antoinette wrote a letter consisting of a suicide note to her best friend Lyle, who playfully gave her her nickname after her arrival in New York. More than all her fleeting lovers, Lyle is the one who truly knows Antoinette. As such, Lyle is responsible for remembering this insouciant contradictory creature to the world after her passing. Antoinette wishes to never grow old – as her ashes swirl and commingle with the dust of Midtown, Antoinette assures her friend she will never be further away than the next sunset. 


 

 AN OPEN LETTER

Before you read this letter,

I’ll be gone. Don’t be sad.

Nothing’s wrong

Simply heed this letter.

My last will and testament to you

Who I loved madly,

And to New York who I loved better.

 

When a purple ball of flame
Torches Midtown tomorrow
A typical Tiffany sunset
My usual Jimmy Choo Tuesday
Go to # 2 Fifth Avenue at East Fifty five Just around from Zegna and Europa cafe.

 

Take me straight up to the top

And find our little corner table

For you a Ginger julep
For me a Bloody Maria

And when the sun takes a load off on top of Times Square

Look around and make sure that no one can see ya.

 

Then scatter my ashes in the air
On those yellow bees below
Who’d buzz me here and buzz me there

From Park south soirees to Ferragamo

 

Scatter my ashes tomorrow
And when I go I’ll know at 54 below

They won’t forget to swing at sunset

Just for me, their Midtown Antoinette.

 

Spent a pile of francs
The size of Saint Gervais Mont Blanc.
You could see it from Chamonix
It’s courtesy of Wall Street one might say
And the line of finest finance bulls
Charging up Broadway, stroke of nine everyday.

 

To trade me D&G dresses

For Bourbon soaked kisses

Though I made a few messes

“Tween” Mister and Misses.

 

Taking rubies from Robert
And Loubies from Reid
Won’t be caught dead in Heaven

Hell’s Kitchen more my speed
At Gotham West Avenue 11

With my nose in Candide.

 

Unlike the kings who kissed me
I won’t be part of history
Stroke of nine tomorrow I’ll be gone without a trace

Like the Cubans we smoked at that last belmont race...

 

When you scatter my ashes in the air

On those yellow bees below
Who’d buzz me here and buzz me there

From Park south soirees to Ferragamo

 

Scatter my ashes tomorrow
And when I go I’ll know at 54 below

They won’t forget to swing at sunset Just for me, their Midtown Antoinette

I may fly away tomorrow
But I’ll never quite be gone
I’ll still light up each sunset
Just me your Midtown Antoinette.

 

© 2015