The Garden at The Standard, East Village

ah, the garden at the standard. an attempt at European idleness, tucked away from the frantic energy of cooper square. here, one can pretend, for a few moments, that the city isn't constantly demanding something of you. it's a quiet defiance, a small patch of green where the primary activity is simply… being. a novel concept, perhaps, for those who measure productivity in steps. go in the late afternoon, as the shadows lengthen and the city starts its evening hum.