I recently stumbled across this amazing image of Mick looking strangely collected (if not jealous of the party in back), and thought how appropriate such an image was for my upcoming trip back to New York. Ah, the days when flying meant class, taste, splashes of well-suited style and the occasional cigarette while sipping whiskey in the back of the cabin. Nonetheless, if anyone should have recommendations on new places to check out while I'm in the city, please feel free to advise. Until then, I'll let Ace take us home...
