Cape. A piece inspired by dreamers + believers. A little one toddled past me, arms stretched, ‘S’ on his chest, cape trailing in his wake. A superhero, on his way to save a damsel, or at least fill his bucket with sweets. Halloween in the city: ghosts and goblins hanging from the gates of the Upper East Side’s brownstones, trick-or-treaters shrieking with glee as they tear across the sidewalks, sugary bounty in tow. This holiday always reminds me of the quintessential questio

Run. A piece inspired over the miles. Saturday breezed in on the wings of nostalgia. It was race day in Central Park, and Scotland's blue and white Saltire dotted the start and finish lines while the chilling cries of bagpipes verberated through the morning murmurs. Eight thousand runners huddled into their corrals along the edge of Central Park West; many were dressed in tartan, some paired kilts with running shoes, and even the painted face of William Wallace made an appear