Be Well

I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, and my city. I work out because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, and food as art and love. New York City chants along generously to this kind of hedonism. There’s an energy on this island that unites body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.

Tracksuit. Redefined.

SWEAT COUTURE: Activewear a workout has to live up to. Crisp day, fiery moves, breaking in layers of sleek, funky goodness shooting for The B Suit—swimwear designed for pool play, ocean tumbles, and serious sweat—at the East River Running Track, an NYC fitness institution long before the boutique studio craze. Loved racing all the characters who turn out for early Saturday morning laps—septuagenarians in vintage track pants, earnest Rocky impersonators, beat-box shouldering boot-campers, East River wind at our backs.