It's pure flow when I get cruisin on a good tack and nothin but me the boat, water and wind. It can happen anytime you are doing what you love. This, my friend and client Jackie Victor tells me is what we were experiencing on our whirlwind weekend to New York City. She ruled on all things to eat, owner of Avalon Bakery and voice of food in Detroit. I took over when it came time to shop. Spring has brought in new business for the shop ( http://www.heritageco2.com/) and that's all the excuse I need to shop. We hit the Brooklyn flea. Yelp http://www.yelp.com/ was right, yummy spot for street food. We scored a few items, but my favorite is still the Chelsea garage flea market. Apparently it, or we, were infectious. I spied some decidely disturbing items in a back booth and made a beeline to them. You know I'm obssessed with creepy, and vintage negatives of crime scenes just sent me into orbit. As if we needed it, these three dealers just fueled the fire. Oh, was I smitten with Adam, Andrea and Peter. Obviously sent from central casting, Adam is a bold buyer and the ringmaster who whips up the crowd. All he needs is a sparring partner; I volunteered my services. Andrea is the laid back wife who quietly keeps the train on the rails, knows her town and graciously let us in on the secret. Peter is the sidekick, photographer and artist, who directed my eye to the tragic beauty of the 1940's crimes and their victims trapped in the images. These people need their own t.v. show. I Couldn't get enough of them, we make plans for dinner. Moving right along, Jackie and I swoop in and out of booths, snapping up things that reminded me of the Paris flea markets, elegant deco decoratives you can never find in the Midwest, sumptuous velvet runner all trimmed and tasselly, sassy prints. Made Jackie buy a slinky embroidered vintage Oscar de la Renta dress and Gaulthier tattoo blouse, because I'm the designer and I said so! We all met up at the very cool Ace Hotel www.acehotel.com/newyork (if the heritage company was a hotel it would look like this) turns out Adam and Andrea know their food and we headed uptown to Bukhara Grill. We eat like sultans. Refusing to get off the ride, we send the men to bed and Andrea takes us girls to http://www.marlowandsons/ in Brooklyn. Come on, the server is hot the mood is sultry, I can't keep out of the desserts and I sure couldn't stop drinking the cocktail. We tear ourselves away for one more stop at Otto's Shrunken Head on the lower eastside. Gritty blues is playing, I got room for one more set. Everybody looks like Keith Richard's family member, the singer is older than dirt and sounds like Wolfman Jack. I fall into bed like a three year old. This Eve has bitten the apple and she won't rest until she gets some more, gonna have to score those $9 spirit fares and head back stat.