When I first landed in New York, I wasn't pressed to find a place to live. My uber-generous friends offered up their couch for as long as I needed; until I found the right place, not just a place. Lucky for me, day two of my search yielded this beauty. A block from the metro, a light-flooded kitchen, six genuine, wonderful roommates (yes, 6), and a washer/dryer. Clearly that last one sold me (a rarity in NYC!).
Since then, we've had countless dinner parties, wine-on-the-roof nights, and hours-long conversation around our huge dining table. It's everything I imagined loft living to be.