I have never been to New York, nor have I lived in the 1960s, or even the 1970s. But when I visited this loft a strong sense of déjà vu came over me.
Suddenly I remembered that night I met Liza Minnelli. -"I'll pick you up and we'll go to Andy's studio, there's a party".- he said. In the end, we ended up drinking a whole bottle of whisky without leaving the house, talking about his latest failed romance. The next day we met up for a picnic in the park with Lou Reed, curing our hangover with sangria. I remember arriving home feeling like I was in another city, but nothing around me suggested I could be anywhere but New York. Not even the voice of the TV3 Telenotícies presenter coming from the flat next door.
