Style meister Nick Wooster, who has called the Big Apple home on and off for the better part of 32 years, shares a few of his favourite haunts
ure, it’s expensive and the weather sucks, but I’m so grateful to have New York as a home base. No two days in New York are alike, which is why I like my life here. I get up a good three hours before I need to be out the door. I like to smoke, read the paper, watch TV, do email and social media, and take my time before I go out. Getting dressed is the fastest part of my day—30 minutes. Everything happens the minute I walk out the door—i could run into friends, have 10 appointments. By the end of the day, I’m super happy to be home.
New York has changed. It used to be that everybody could live in Manhattan, but in the past 15 or so years it has become that most kids move to Brooklyn. Now Brooklyn is just as expensive as Manhattan, so you sort of have two New Yorks. They’re both fine, but I know Manhattan the best.
I live in the West Village. I like eating at the Beatrice Inn (an upscale chophouse) on West 12th Street. For Tuscan fare, I go to Il Cantinori on East 10th Street or I Sodi on Christopher Street. I also like Morandi, a rustic trattoria on Waverly Place that offers al fresco dining.
I go to the Equinox gym just down the street from my house, and Jack’s Stir Brew Coffee and Joe Coffee, which are in the area. I get my manicure at Think Pink Nails, and Geno’s Barberia is right behind my apartment. My whole life is right here in the West Village.
I’m a terrible packer, which means I always take too much when I travel. I think about where I’m going to be, what the climate is, what the occasions are, if I need to dress up, if I can be casual when I go to work at the factory. Obviously, I don’t need the same clothes that I need during Fashion Week in Paris or Milan. I try to have stacks of white and blue shirts, extra sunglasses and socks.
People are always asking me about hotels in New York. It really depends on how much you want to spend. Recently I’ve had friends stay at The Nomad, The Bowery, Crosby Street, The Standard. When it comes to things to see, I always recommend the galleries in West Chelsea. And there’s the new Whitney museum there, too. Grab The New Yorker and see what exhibitions are on.