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Upper East Side & Manhattan Florist Delivery – Lenox Hill Florist & Events 

Looking to send a bouquet of elegance and warmth to someone special? Or perhaps you’re planning to adorn your event with luxurious floral arrangements that leave everyone in awe? Whatever the occasion, Lenox Hill Florist & Events is here to transform your floral dreams into reality. With expertise in Upper East Side florist delivery, crafting unique arrangements, and bringing luxury to every stem, we believe flowers speak volumes.

Understanding the Art of Luxury Floristry

At Lenox Hill Florist & Events, we don’t just design bouquets or deliver flowers; we create experiences. Our master florists tap into the vibrant diversity of Manhattan’s culture to design arrangements that are as unique as the city we call home. From minimalist designs that speak of understated elegance to elaborate floral installations that captivate the senses, every creation is a piece of art.

Why Choose a Luxury Florist in NYC?

New York City is synonymous with sophistication and style. When you’re celebrating in a city defined by luxury, your floral arrangements should match that same allure. Choosing a Luxury Florist NYC, like Lenox Hill Florist & Events, guarantees that the flowers you send or display are of the highest quality.

But what sets luxury florists apart?

Handpicked Blooms: We source the finest flowers from trusted growers to ensure freshness and vibrancy in every arrangement.

Custom Designs: No two arrangements are the same. Whether you want a classic rose bouquet or a contemporary wildflower mix, it's tailored to your preferences.

Attention to Detail: Luxury florists focus on presentation. From the vase to the ribbon, every element is hand-selected for perfection.

Effortless Upper East Side Florist Delivery

Picture this: You’re planning a surprise for a loved one, and you want to make the moment unforgettable—but the thought of finding time to personally deliver a bouquet feels impossible. That’s where we step in.

Our Upper East Side florist delivery ensures your floral sentiments are delivered promptly and in pristine condition. Whether it’s a last-minute birthday gift, an anniversary celebration, or simply a “just because” gesture, Lenox Hill Florist & Events takes care of every detail.

What Makes Our Delivery Service Exceptional?

Timely and Reliable: We understand the importance of being on time, especially for life’s milestones.

Careful Handling: Each bouquet is handled with utmost care to ensure it reaches the recipient in perfect condition.

Same-Day Options: Need flowers in a hurry? Our same-day delivery service on the Upper East Side has you covered.

With us, sending luxury flowers is not just about convenience—it’s about creating a moment of joy that lingers.

Exploring Manhattan’s Floral Landscape

Manhattan is a place of endless possibilities, and when it comes to floristry, the offerings here are second to none. Whether you need wedding flowers, corporate event arrangements, or seasonal décor, Manhattan florists Manhattan trusts have the expertise to deliver.

At Lenox Hill Florist & Events, we pride ourselves on being at the forefront of New York’s floral industry. Our team specializes in working with clients to bring their visions to life—big or small.

Sophistication for Every Occasion

Whether it’s a lavish soirée or a small dinner party, our floral designs elevate the atmosphere. Here’s a glimpse of how we bring flair to different events:

Weddings: From lush bridal bouquets to breathtaking ceremony backdrops, we ensure every petal reflects your love story.

Corporate Functions: First impressions matter. Greet your clients or attendees with thoughtfully curated arrangements that enhance your brand’s image.

Holidays: Deck the halls with tailor-made holiday arrangements that spread cheer and sophistication.

The Benefits of Partnering with Lenox Hill Florist & Events

Why do Manhattan residents and businesses rely on Lenox Hill Florist & Events for their floral needs? Here’s what sets us apart from the competition:

Expert Curation: With years of experience, our team understands the nuances of floral design. We focus on pairing the right blooms, colors, and textures to create arrangements that are both meaningful and visually stunning.

Detailed Tasting Notes: When it comes to selecting the perfect arrangement, we don’t believe in guesswork. Detailed color palettes and staining notes accompany every custom bouquet to ensure satisfaction.

Community of Flower Lovers: At Lenox Hill Florist & Events, it’s more than just flowers—it’s about building a community of people passionate about beauty and creativity.

Make Your Floral Statement Today

Whether you’re in need of Upper East Side florist delivery for a thoughtful surprise or are searching for touches of elegance from Manhattan florists Manhattan, Lenox Hill Florist & Events is here to serve. We believe flowers tell stories, and we’re committed to helping you share yours with the world.

Want to learn more or place your first order? Visit us at Lenox Hill Florist & Events to explore the art of luxurious blooms. Whether you’re celebrating a special milestone or simply brightening someone’s day, we’ll ensure your flowers leave an unforgettable impression.

Contact us today and experience the finest in luxury floristry.

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Elegance in Blossoms: Manhattan's Premier Wedding Flower Experience

Manhattan, a city where dreams are woven into reality, offers a unique canvas for weddings. At the heart of these magical moments are the floral arrangements, a key element that transforms venues into fairytales. In this domain, Marcela Flowers has emerged as a frontrunner, providing the best online wedding flowers in Manhattan. Our journey in this field is not just about sourcing and arranging flowers; it's about crafting stories and dreams into tangible, fragrant experiences.

Our expertise in creating the perfect wedding flower arrangement in Manhattan is rooted in our deep understanding of each couple's unique narrative. We believe that every arrangement should be a reflection of the couple's personal journey, an embodiment of their individual tastes and collective dreams. It's this personalized approach that has positioned us as a provider of the best online wedding flowers in Manhattan.

Crafting Your Dream Wedding with Manhattan’s Finest Blooms

In our pursuit to offer the bestonline wedding flowers in Manhattan, we meticulously select each bloom, ensuring it meets our high standards of beauty and longevity. This commitment to quality is evident in every bouquet and centerpiece we craft, making sure that your special day is adorned with only the most exquisite and vibrant flowers.

Our approach to wedding flower arrangement in Manhattan goes beyond mere decoration. We strive to transform spaces, creating an immersive experience that captures the essence of your love story. From lavish ballrooms to intimate outdoor settings, our floral arrangements are tailored to enhance the beauty of your chosen venue, making your wedding day as picturesque as you’ve envisioned.

The best online wedding flowers in Manhattan are those that leave a lasting impression, turning fleeting moments into cherished memories. Our team, skilled in the art of wedding flower arrangement in Manhattan, excels in creating designs that are not just visually stunning but also emotionally resonant, capturing the essence of your bond in every petal and leaf. As artisans of the best online wedding flowers in Manhattan, we are committed to excellence in every aspect of our work. From the initial consultation to the final arrangement, every step is infused with professionalism, creativity, and a deep respect for your vision. Our goal is to ensure that when you look back on your wedding day, you’ll remember the beauty and elegance that our flowers added to your celebration.

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Columbia Midtown Florist is a family-owned flower shop located in Manhattan, NY. We specialize in providing high-quality flower arrangements for all occasions. With over many years of experience, we are committed to delivering the best possible customer service and satisfaction. Contact us today at (212) 871–8758 to get more information about our Flower Delivery Manhattan NY.

Columbia Midtown Florist 3 West 51st. Street, New York, NY 10019 (212) 871–8758

Official Website: https://www.columbiamidtownflorist.com/ Google Plus Listing: https://www.google.com/maps?cid=872693673033733235

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Other Service We Provide:

WEDDINGS FLOWERS CORPORATE FLOWERS EVENT FLOWERS BABY FLOWERS INDOOR PLANTS ALL WHITE ARRANGEMENTS ORCHID BOUTIQUE

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. 4.5 months 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 26-27 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏: timothee chalamet, jenna ortega, billie eilish, amybeth mcnulty 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: pedro pascal, oscar isaac, emma watson, natalie portman, scarlett johansson etc.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. single :(

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well, there was a lot of going on in april :)

first: MY BIRTHDAYYYY i threw the whole party and invited the half of hollywood lmao. There was a lot of my co-stars, artists and singers. I did it like there was no tomorrow, the party was crazy, basically everyone got drunk and sang 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' like 5 times BUT IT WAS SO COOL UGHHHHH i love them all so so so fucking much. I caan't take it anymore.

I threw the party back in LA, where i was living since my hollywood debut in Ad Astra, but i was planning on moving into NYC fro like a year. SO I DID IT HAHAHAHAHHH it's so cool and i was so excited, but we will move to it later :))

What also happened: PEDRO'S BIRTHDAYYYYY my favourite (okay, he is not the only one BUT STILL) babygirl on earth turned 48 and he invited me to his party which was so COOL!!! idk how will i move on from this, i met BELLA RAMSEY (FINALLY???!?!?!? UGHHH) and met oscar isaac again (for those who don't know, he's my future s/o but it's a long slowburn lmao ✦ he was also my co-star in moon knight, but we knew each other for like a year before this series) after party he took me out to the city, we were talking and walking around LA for HOURS it was so cute he even bought me a rose literally when florist's wanted to close the shop, then we found out paparazzi took a pictures of us there 💀 they are so annoying i swear. but anyway, i had amazing night and oscar made it even better :')

Emma also had her birthday, but i couldn't show up, because of filming 'joker II' with JOAQUIN FUCKING PHEONIX I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE IT. But i sent her birtday present, which was the whole album of photos that i took on my digital camera on our summer & winter holidays - which i thought was super cute :')

April was super productive in a birthday-way as you can see, lmao

But also other super thing happened! Warner Bros. accepted my movie idea and hired me as a director of it. I'M SUPPER EXCITED TO BRING IT TO LIFE UGHHH

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talking, talking & talking about my movie and me as a director - which was super stressfull for me but everything turned out okay! I started writing the script at the end of april, so until i will write it and it gets accepted by Warner Bros. it will take a while for me to cast people :(( but still so excited for it!

and... MY DREAM ABOUT MOVING TO NYC FINALLY CAME TRUE!!!

i bought cute little flat in Manhattan, and started to plan how to move there with all my things. but you know, i didn't sell my old house - no no no. i would never do that, actually. It's the best house in the whole world duhh🙄. I will be still using it!

My friends helped me a lot with planning the whole 'mission' lmao. Shout-out to pedro he told me to move to NYC and live with rats under brooklyn bridge LOL

ANYWAYYY oscar & i met for some coffee instead of actually putting my things into huge boxes for my flat in NYC which was super cute BUT I CAN'T STAND THAT I SCRPITED THE SLOWBURN MAN.

so freaking annoying. why would i do that. AND ANGST which is also annoying

but yup, he helped me a lot, also bc he also lives in new york, so he can help me there :))

(he gives me a little flower everytime we meet, but we are still 'friends' so it should mean nothing BUT IT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME GUYS. it's super super super cute and i wanna hug him so badly, but i am not doing it bc of paparazzi, those rats are following me and oscar literally everywhere 💀)

the whole may was me writing script for a movie, shooting joker II, planning on moving out and meeting oscar just for 'helping me with this nyc thing'

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'Priscilla' movie with me in main role had its global premiere! I missed this vibe so so so so much, and being on the same red carpet as CILLA PRESLEY had me in tears. i think i've never been more stressed in this dr but she was sooooo kind to me like I CANNOT BELIEVE IT i will have this moment tatooed i swear to god!!!

(i hope this movie will give me an oscar nominee tbh OH WAIT I SCRIPTED IT)

i also got a 2 months break from joker II :) bc they are shooting the scenes without me, so i can finally 'rest' and get my life in new york together

well... beside that, nothing new happened. scripting, FINALLY all my things that i wanted in new york already are there, so week after the movie premiere i moved in :'))

also, i auditioned for some random (lmao) part in new kingsman movie that is in making

from funny things that happened: pedro locked himself in his car LMAO idk how did this happen but he literally called me and oscar to help him before calling the police or smth. HOW COULD YOU LOCK YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN CAR BRO this is too funny to be true. IF YOU COULD SEE OUR FACES

then we grabbed some coffee and went to central park (me and oscar of course were making fun of pedro but who wouldn't)

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I. STILL. DID. NOT. MOVE. ON. FROM. THIS.

my beloved billie want ME to sing with HER on her new single? LIKE WHAT

W H A T

ofc i said yes WHO WOULDN'T

this is ubelievable

i will NEVER shut up about this. we were working on this song for like the whole month, i came back from NYC to LA just to be close to her and finneas, so we would work together in one room, not online. UGHHH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

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i had A HUGEEEEEEE break from my fame dr but i am back? and im SO HAPPY? i still cannot believe that i truly was there again ;'(

me in priscilla movie? WHAT

me and billie making song together? WHAT

me and oscar living in new york, so i can see him more? W H A T

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Google how to remove gum from spandex

Google cheapest tacos in NYC

Google do people still bring flowers on dates

okay. so this isn't google. this is d-adpool's tumblr ask box. you did have to click the button that said "i'm an open book :3" on my blog to send this. so i don't know how you got those mixed up.

but i WILL be so kind as to help you, since i happen to know all the answers.

gum pops right off of anything if you throw it in the freezer. you can also try sticking more gum to it once it's dried on and peeling it off that way, but that's a little less foolproof and you look fucking stupid doing it.

for cheap shops you gotta get away from the touristy parts of manhattan and out into the little off-road shops in, like, staten island. which. i know. staten island. but that's exactly why it's cheap.

and you totally can bring flowers on dates! but you probably want to bring a cheap vase as well if they're not the type to already own one. learned that one the hard way with my honey badger. we ended up just using an old wine bottle with the top smashed off, and that glass was annoying to clean up.

there's actually a florist who hangs around here who helps people with finding the right flowers for any occasion: @flower-anon-hub

you're welcome. tips are appreciated

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the most famous restaurant supply store in manhattan

restaurant supply store au. natasha romanoff* x reader meet-cute. featuring clint, kate, and steve.

i love each and every coffee shop/florist/bookstore au on this website, but why does no one ever write a reader au set in that little restaurant supply store you walk past but never enter???

*nat doesnt come in until the end of the fic but it still counts.

Writing a resume is hard, you admit to yourself, when your current employer could only name his restaurant supply store, located on Canal Street, “Canal Street Restaurant Supply”. Not even a “the” for even an ounce of distinction. Take, for example, “The Ohio State”, “The Metropolitan Museum of Art”, or “The Way You Will Never Pay Off Your Student Loans”. Something with a bit of je ne sais quoi. 

Anyways, the dingy pseudo-warehouse you work in has little to offer beyond minimum wage. You can’t even use your very generous five-percent employee discount because, well, if you owned your own restaurant, why would you be working here? On the bright side, though, the shop rarely gets customers. At least, not during the afternoon shift. Most customers pick up their goods in the morning before their restaurants open. The shelves of pots, pans, and teapots collect dust as you surreptitiously mark up your latest resume draft with a red pen. 

“Oi, shouldn’t you be dusting the shelves, English?” calls out a voice from the basement. The basement is where they store the big crates of pots of pans that aren’t in the big crates on the shop floor. The basement also houses your boss’s office. 

Jimmy, your boss, calls you English because 1) you severely overpaid for a bachelor’s degree in English at NYU and 2) unlike your Chinese-American coworkers, you can only speak your native English.

“I just dusted yesterday!” you shout back. Capping your pen, you slide your redlined resume under a stack of handwritten invoices next to the cash register.

“You should dust every day,” he responds. His neatly brushed black-grey hair pokes its way out of the stacks of bowls lining the shelves. “This place attracts dust like my son attracts unsuitable boyfriends.”

“I think Kevin’s suitors are quite nice,” you say, in defense of your friend.

“Tsk,” Jimmy replies, “Nice to look at maybe. Why can’t he choose someone with a job? Or a nice family?”

You grab the Swiffer from under the desk and get to dusting the teapots, “I don’t know, Mr. Jimmy. Jobs are overrated, I think. Look, I’m dusting a teapot.”

He pauses and straightens the collar of his shirt. “And you dust the teapot very well.”

You nod.

Jimmy clears his throat, “I have to go deliver this shipment of dining plates to a customer this afternoon. Will you be okay here for a few hours while I’m gone?”

You make a point of turning your head and surveying the empty store. You nod.

“Good. Good,” Jimmy says. “Kevin will be by after his shift at the office.”

“Sounds good, Mr. Jimmy.”

“Call me if you need anything!”

You shake your head gently as Jimmy leaves with a heaving crate of plates in his arms. Ever since the Battle of New York, Jimmy has had an irrational fear of the Hulk tearing up his humble restaurant supply store. But things have been calm in this part of the city for years. You think your boss is a bit silly.

You yelp as a spatula nearly misses your head by a few inches. Eyes wide, you look behind you at the metal spatula, vibrating with the impact of impaling your favorite lucky cat statue. Its waving arm had dislocated from its cat-body.

Well, at least it isn’t the Hulk?

Let’s rewind a bit. Not even five minutes after Jimmy left with his delivery, the front door slammed open again. Thinking it was your boss, you poked your head out to look and immediately regretted it. A group of guys, wearing peculiar red tracksuits sped towards you, yelling indecipherable commands. You didn’t even have time to scream before they grabbed you and snarled in your face.

“Where are they?!” one demanded.

“Yeah, bro,” another echoed, “We know that brat is here somewhere.”

“Who the fuck are you talking about?” you yelped, kicking your legs futilely at them.

“The Bishop bitch!” one unhelpfully clarified.

 You continued to wriggle helplessly in their grip.

"Wait, bro," one grunted, "Are we on Catherine Street right now?"

You stopped struggling. 

The other tracksuit let you go.

"No, bro. The sign says Canal Street," said the first guy.

"Yeah. How do you not know what street you're on, bro? Not very New York of you…"

"Lay off, bro!" exclaimed the confused one, "...I'm from Michigan, bro."

What the fu-

"Hands in air, tracksuits!" yelled a different, younger voice. A girl?

All three bad guys turned towards the new faces. It was a young woman, wearing a lot of purple, and holding… a bow? Next to her, an older blonde man sighed deeply and reached for his utility belt. 

From the purple tights and do-gooder attitude of the girl, you clocked the duo as good guys. Avengers? Whatever, you took the moment of distraction to run out of the grasp of the tracksuits. 

Luckily for you, they didn't pay you any attention. You managed to escape behind the counter and cower in the space under the register. Unluckily for Jimmy and Canal Street Restaurant Supply, you could hear all of the inventory crashing to the ground and shattering into tiny pieces. You heard the sound of the bad guys grunting in pain and the thwp thwp of arrows finding their marks. 

Now, there's a spatula embedded in a poor plastic cat statue. You feel yourself shaking. You duck your head down again and dissociate, probably, while the fighting continues. 

Eventually though, sirens come blaring towards you. The only other sound you hear is whispering between the heroes and the pained groans of the, presumably, incapacitated bad guys.

"Hey…" comes the voice of the purple girl, "are you okay? You can come out now."

You warily grab the edge of the counter and pull yourself up. The shop is completely fucked. Porcelain shattered into glitter on the ground. Pans pelleted with arrows. A guy holding his thigh, a puddle of red… Fuck-

The last thing you hear before you black out is a gruff, "Aw no!"

You come to with a jerk. The first thing you hear is your pounding heartbeat echoing in your head. Wait. No, it's coming from around you. A heartbeat monitor. You snap your eyes open and a blinding light glares at you. Your eyes snap shut. You're in a hospital?

"Hey, hey," soothes a raspy voice. It's familiar. "You're okay." 

You open your eyes, slowly this time. The light above your bed has been dimmed. You hear your heartbeat slow down. 

You turn your head towards the voice, ignoring the throbbing in your skull. A pretty redhead smiles at you. 

What the hell is Natasha Romanoff doing in your room?

"Oh, so you do recognize the Avengers," the spy muses, "Clint will be livid. I love it."

Whoops, were you talking out loud??

Natasha Romanoff - The Black Widow - grins at you.

Your hands fly to cover your traitorous mouth. You shut your eyes again in embarrassment. The heartbeat monitor audibly speeds up. You groan loudly, in pain. And in mortification.

"Kill me now," you mutter into your palms.

Warm hands take your hands in hers. You freeze, but Natasha gently peels your palms from your mouth.

"Can't do that, darling. Steve would not approve." 

She's teasing you. You nearly pass out, again, at the thought of Steve Rogers knowing who you are anyways.

You slowly sit up, and the other woman helpfully places a pillow behind your back. You thank her and ask, "Is Captain America here?" 

"Oh, she knows about Captain America, too."

Despite your hospitalized, traumatized, and increasingly flustered state, you manage to roll your eyes, "Of course I know about Captain America. You can tell Clint Barton he just needs a better marketer, if he wants more attention."

Natasha laughs, looking at you with a fond smile. "I can't say we go looking for attention in this line of work."

You shake your head dumbly. She laughs again and you feel your breath catch. Actually wait-

The infamous Black Widow barely has time to shove a pan under your chin before you lose the contents of your stomach. And the last of your dignity.

At that moment, Steve Rogers sticks his head into the room, but immediately backs away at the scene. "I'll, uh, give you two ladies another few minutes then…"

You groan. What a terrible day. 

Natasha Romanoff pats your back and hands you a tissue. 

Well, you suppose, it could be worse.

Your phone lights up with a call. It's Jimmy. 

Fu-

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Meeting Starters

Send “Meeting + a symbol” for a starter of our muses meeting at this location, possibly for the first time! (all specific locations are only suggestions!)

Our muses meet out to eat

🥐 at a bakery (ex. Bake My Day in Queens; Toastery in Manhattan) ☕️ at a cafe (ex. Higher Grounds, Manhattan; The Snug Mug, Staten Island) 🐈 at a cat cafe (ex. Kitty and Brew in Brooklyn) 🍵- for tea (ex. Rise & Grind in the Bronx) 🍳 for brunch (ex. Bluebirds in Manhattan) 🍝 at a fancy restaurant (ex. Bella Vita in Staten Island) 🥤 at a cheap diner (ex. Diner in the Bronx) 🍨 at the ice cream parlor (ex. Freshly Churned in Staten Island)  🎤 at a singing restaurant (ex. Stardust in Manhattan) 🧃 at a smoothie shop (ex. Main Squeeze in Queens) 🥗 at a vegan restaurant (ex. Wild Living in Manhattan)

Our muses meet shopping

🛍️ at the mall (ex. Bay Plaza Mall in the Bronx) 👖 at the market (ex. Brooklyn Flea Market, Queens Night Market) 👗 at the thrift store (ex. Trove Thrift in Brooklyn) 📚 at a book store (ex. Cover to Cover in Queens, Brownstone Books; Brooklyn) 🌸 at the florist (ex. Dahlia and Daffodils in Staten Island) 🎵 at the record shop (ex. Grooves in Staten Island) 🗝️at the antique store (ex. Antiques in Queens)

Out muses meet at the club

🕺 at a club playing throwback music (ex. Retro Night Club in the Bronx) 💃🏻 at a club playing latin music (ex. Havana Night Club in Queens) ✨ at a club playing modern music (ex. Club 51 in Manhattan) 🏳️‍🌈 at a LGBTQ+ club (ex. Glow, Brooklyn; Sugar & Spice, Queens, Pegasus, Manhattan) 🤠 at a club with a mechanical bull (ex. Cowbells in the Bronx) 👠 at a strip club (ex. Emeralds in Manhattan) 🎷at a jazz club (ex. The Blue Note in Queens)

Our muses meet at a bar

🍸 ordering drinks (ex. Becky’s Martini Bar in Manhattan) 📝 on trivia night (ex. Corner Pub in Brooklyn) 🍺 sitting at the bar (ex. Joe’s Tavern in Queens) 🎱 playing a bar game (ex. Puzzles in Manhattan) 🍹on karaoke night (ex. Songbirds and Sangrias in Staten Island) 🌆 viewing the skyline (ex. Zenith in Manhattan) 👀exchanging glances (ex. The She Shed in the Bronx) 🍽 sharing an appetizer (ex. The Tool Shed in Staten Island)

Our muses meet around the city

✈️ at the airport (ex. JFK in Queens) 🎟️ at an amusement park (ex. Coney Island in Brooklyn) 🐠 at the aquarium (ex. New York Aquarium in Brooklyn) 💳 at the library (ex. New York Public Library) 🗿 at a museum (ex. Guggenheim, Met, MoMa, New York Historical Society) 🏞️ at the park (ex. Central Park, Prospect Park in Brooklyn, Socrates Park in Queens) 🎭 at a theatrical production (ex. the Theater District in Manhattan) 🚋 at the train station (ex. Grand Central Station in Manhattan) 🚕 at Times Square 🌆 on a walking path (ex. The High Line in Manhattan, Brooklyn Heights Promenade) 🏟️ at Yankee Stadium 🦦 at the zoo (ex. Bronx Zoo)

Our muses meet doing an activity

🏋️‍♀️ at the gym (ex. Core Fitness in Staten Island) 🥊 at the boxing gym (ex. Champion Boxing in the Bronx) 🍿 at the movie theater (ex. Dollar Theater in the Bronx) 📽️ at an outdoor projected movie (ex. Technicolor Theater in Queens) 🎸 at a concert (ex. The Echochamber in Brooklyn; Riot House in the Bronx) 🤣 at a comedy show (ex. Punchline in the Bronx) ⛸️ at a skating rink (ex. Roller City in Queens) 🎳 at a bowling alley (ex. Strike! in Staten Island) 🖌️ at the tattoo parlor (ex. Electric Ink in Brooklyn) 🧰 at the mechanic (ex. One Stop Auto Repair in Queens) 🖼️ at an art show (ex. Haze Gallery, The Underground, or Gilded in Brooklyn) 🎨 doing arts and craft (ex. Glazed Finish in Brooklyn) ���️ playing mini golf (ex. Holidaytown in Manhattan)

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Upper East Side Flower Shop & Best Flower Delivery in NYC – Lenox Hill Florist

When it comes to finding fresh blooms that brighten your home or day, Lenox Hill Florist & Events on the Upper East Side is your go-to destination. Whether you need a show-stopping bouquet for a special event or a simple arrangement to lift someone’s spirits, we’ve got you covered. Known as one of the best flower shops on the Upper East Side, we take pride in offering some of the Best Flower Delivery in NYC.

This guide will give you expert tips on shopping for flowers, discovering why orchids are the perfect choice for both gifting and home décor, and highlight how our Manhattan florists go the extra mile every time.

Why Choose Lenox Hill Florist & Events

Before we get into how to buy the perfect flowers, let’s start with why we’ve earned our place as one of Manhattan’s top florists.

Our Flower shop Upper East Side has built a reputation for quality, creativity, and convenience. At Lenox Hill Florist & Events, we’re more than just a store. We’re floral designers who understand the emotions tied to every arrangement. From crafting stunning wedding centerpieces to delivering get-well-soon bouquets, every petal is handled with care.

Here’s just a glimpse of what we offer:

Wide Selection of Flowers – From delicate orchids to vibrant seasonal blooms.

Expert Curation – Every arrangement tells a story, handmade by skilled florists.

Timely Delivery – When you need the best flower delivery in NYC, we ensure your flowers arrive fresh and on time.

Now, let's talk about what flowers to choose and when.

Find Your Perfect Bloom

1. Orchids – A Symbol of Elegance and Longevity

Looking to buy orchidsfor your home or as a gift? Orchids are the epitome of elegance and versatility, making them a favorite among flower enthusiasts in Manhattan. These striking flowers not only last longer than most other blooms, but their minimalist beauty adds a touch of sophistication to any space.

Why choose orchids?

Longevity – With proper care, orchids can last weeks or even months.

Easy Maintenance – They require low maintenance, making them perfect for busy lifestyles.

Versatility – Whether it's a single orchid stem or a potted plant, they fit every occasion.

At Lenox Hill Florist, we offer a variety of orchid options to suit your needs.

2. Seasonal Favorites for Every Occasion

Living in NYC means experiencing the best of every season—and flowers are no different. Feel the joy of spring with tulips, the vibrancy of summer with sunflowers, or the cozy warmth of winter with soft-toned roses. Seasonal flowers are not only fresher but more sustainable.

Need help choosing seasonal blooms? Our skilled Manhattan florists Manhattan are always here to guide you.

Why Delivery Matters When Buying Flowers

We get it—life in NYC moves fast. That’s why ensuring timely and reliable flower delivery is a top priority for us. At Lenox Hill Florist, we offer one of the Best Flower Delivery services in NYC. Here’s what sets us apart:

Same-Day Delivery Options

Forgot an important anniversary or need a last-minute gift? Our same-day flower delivery ensures you can still make someone’s day special.

Careful Handling

Flowers are fragile. From Manhattan to Brooklyn, our experienced delivery team ensures that your bouquet arrives as perfect as when it left the shop.

Flexible Customization

Need a handwritten note or customized bouquet? You can request these extra touches with your order.

How to Order from Our Manhattan Florists

Ordering the perfect bouquet is as simple as a few clicks. Here’s how to get started with Lenox Hill Florist & Events’ flower delivery in Manhattan.

Visit our website to browse our collections.

Select your flowers and customize your order with a personal touch.

Choose your delivery time—and leave the rest to us.

Become Part of the Lenox Hill Community

At Lenox Hill, we’re more than just a flower shop. We’re a community of flower lovers who appreciate the art of floristry. When you order from us, you’re supporting a local Manhattan business that truly cares.

Exclusive Perks for Our Customers

We believe in making every customer feel valued. By joining our community, you’ll enjoy exclusive perks like early access to seasonal collections, discounts on large orders, and insider tips on caring for your flowers.

For example, did you know placing orchids in indirect light can help them thrive longer? Or that trimming stems underwater can improve water absorption for cut flowers? Little tips like these can make a big difference!

Why Lenox Hill Florist is the Best Choice

There’s no shortage of options when looking for Manhattan florists, but at Lenox Hill Florist & Events, we combine artistry, reliability, and passion. From exquisite orchids to seamless delivery across New York City, every detail matters.

Still curious? Stop by our flower shop in the Upper East Side or explore our online store. Whether you’re planning an event, decorating your home, or sending a heartfelt gift, we’ll help you find the perfect floral solution.

Final Thoughts

When it comes to finding fresh blooms in Manhattan, Lenox Hill Florist & Events is your trusted partner. From our expertly curated selections to our unbeaten Best Flower Delivery NYC service, we take pride in helping you make every moment extraordinary with flowers.

Looking for a bouquet that speaks from the heart? Browse our online store today or visit us in the heart of the Upper East Side.

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Flower Delivery in New York

As is the case with any big town, you would turn out to be beaten with the suggestions for sending flowers. If you need to send a gift, New York flower supply companies are much. If you don't seem to be general with any particular enterprise, it may be smart to invite neighbors or family unit (or perhaps the florist) for referrals or suggestions.

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Wedding Florist in Manhattan | Marcela Flowers

If you’re looking for the perfect wedding florist in Manhattan, look no further than Marcela Flowers. With their superb selection and attention to detail, Marcela Flowers will provide you with an unforgettable experience that will make your wedding the talk of the town. From classic to modern, they have something for everyone, so you can be sure that your special day will be nothing short of perfect.

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Columbia Midtown Florist

Columbia Midtown Florist has been passed down through the generations. As a family owned business, we have been a local New York City staple for many years– we are regarded by our customers as one of the leading floral and orchid boutiques in town. We have been serving the Manhattan area for many, many years! We are a full service, same day customization and delivery florist located in Midtown New York with a niche emphasis on style, quality and value you won't find anywhere else. Columbia Midtown Florist provides floral arrangements and delivery in all five boroughs for both the private and corporate sector, office spaces, interiors, gardens, parties, events, weddings, funerals, etc.. We love to share our passion with new clients, so stop by today to meet your new favorite Manhattan Flower Shop and let us know how we can help you! You name it, we can do it!COLUMBIA MIDTOWN FLORIST: Your Premier Choice for Same Day Flower Delivery in NYC At COLUMBIA MIDTOWN FLORIST, we pride ourselves on being the premier choice for same day flower delivery in the vibrant city of New York. With our exceptional service and exquisite floral arrangements, we strive to bring joy, beauty, and elegance to every occasion and celebration.

Website: https://www.columbiamidtownflorist.com/

Address: 3 W. 51st St, New York, NY, 10019

Phone Number: 212-871-8758

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by, pigeonwit by pigeonwit Coming home to work for his brother wasn’t exactly The Plan, but Jack knows the saying about beggars and choosers all too well. Manhattan is all well and good for tricksters and unholies, but it isn’t really the place for someone of Jack’s predisposition. For those whose bones itch under their skin, whose eyes track the movements of people with a hungry want, whose blood screams with the instinctive desire to catch-bite-kill. The excuse of ‘creature comforts’ only stretches so far, after all. - In which Jack is a werewolf looking for some stability, and while David is a human, that does not make him stable. Words: 5872, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Crutchie (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Crutchie & Jack Kelly (Newsies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, tattoo artist david jacobs, florist jack kelly, fae crutchie, Fae Magic, Curses, Werewolf Jack Kelly, Recovery, magical midlife crises, Mental Health Issues, Jack Kelly Needs a Hug (Newsies) read : https://ift.tt/8cUnBGm - August 20, 2024 at 10:27AM

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            look   who   was   spotted   landing   at   jfk   !   welcome   ZARA   LEFLEUR   +   WINONA   GRACE   DIAMOND   to   manhattan—   it's   so   good   to   see   you   again   !   please   pick   up   your   keys   within   the   next   twenty4   hours,   or   you'll   have   to   forfeit   your   apartment   and   read   over   the   checklist   to   get   settled   in.   be   careful   out   there,   it   appears   that   glowtv   is   looking   for   their   next   victim.   khadijah   red   thunder,   ashley   moore,   chappell   roan   +   quannah   chasinghorse   cc   are   now   taken   !

⋆ ᡣ𐭩 ° ᆞ   (   khadijha redthunder.   bigender.   they + them.   quannah chasinghorse modelling career claim.   )   i   can't   believe   ZARA LEFLEUR   was   just   spotted   at   jfk   listening   to   MOTTO BY AVA MAX  with   their   lilac   airpod   maxes.   what,   you   didn't   hear   about   them   on   lushtv   ?   the   thirty   year   old   is   most   known   for   being   A HIGH FASHION MODEL,   and   after   lushtv   was   sued,   they've   been   referred   to   as   the   THE COQUETTE  ever   since.   some   people   say   they've   heard   of   them   being   rather   determined   and   empathetic,   but   for   some   reason,   i've   only   ever   seen   their   dismissive   and   flakey   side—   interesting.   lushtv   got   into   a   lot   of   trouble   for   talking   about   A FASHION BRAND ON IG LIVE, SAYING THEY WOULD NEVER BE CAUGHT IN THOSE PARTICULAR CLOTHES, ONLY TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED THE NEXT WEEK IN FULL GET-UP,   which   sort   of   sucks   since   everyone   relates   them   to   bubblegum popping across glossed lips, freckles squinting up in an immediate smile ; the fresh smell of arranged flowers in a florist's shop, dewdrops against the petals ; beadwork swinging in ears, bright fire-patterns and curls arranged, every sweetened tone bordering flirtatious; honey in tea, milk froth in coffee, green bubbles in fresh matcha .   now   that   the   site's   back,   i   wonder   how   long   they'll   be   able   to   avoid   the   heat   before   they   get   burned.

⋆ ᡣ𐭩 ° ᆞ   (   ashley moore.   cis woman.   she/her.   chappell roan.   )   i   can't   believe   winona   grace   diamond   was   just   spotted   at   jfk   listening   to   man's world   by   marina   with   their   pink   airpod   maxes.   what,   you   didn't   hear   about   them   on   lushtv   ?   the   twenty   six   year   old   is   most   known   for   being   a   musician,   and   after   lushtv   was   sued,   they've   been   referred   to   as   the  primadonna   ever   since.   some   people   say   they've   heard   of   them   being   rather   vibrant   and   sociable,   but   for   some   reason,   i've   only   ever   seen   their   unreliable   and   self destructive   side—   interesting.   lushtv   got   into   a   lot   of   trouble   for   talking   about   she  recently  came  out  and  left  her  fiancé  at  the  alter,   which   sort   of   sucks   since   everyone   relates   them   to   finding  glitter  stuck  to  everything,  chunky  rings  spanning  across  each  finger,  mosaic  stained  window  glass,  abundant  laughter  echoing  in  an  empty  room.   now   that   the   site's   back,   i   wonder   how   long   they'll   be   able   to   avoid   the   heat   before   they   get   burned.

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Source by Mark Doty

Manhattan: Luminism

The sign said immunology but I read

illuminology: and look,

heaven is a platinum latitude over Fifth, fogged result of sun on brushed

steel, pearl dimensions. Cézanne: "We are an iridescent chaos."

•

Balcony over Lexington, May evening,

fog-wreath'd towers, gothic dome lit from within, monument of our aspirations

turned hollow, abandoned

somehow. And later, in the florist's window on Second Avenue, a queen's display of orchid and fern, lush heap

of dried sheaves, bounty of grasses ...

What's that? Mice far from any field but feasting.

•

The sign said K YS MADE, but what will op n,

if the locksmith's lost his vowel —his entrance,

edge, his means of egress— which held together

the four letters of his trade? City of consonants,

city of locks, and he's lost the E.

•

(A Mirror in the Chelsea Hotel)

Here, where odd old things have come to rest —a lamp that never meant to keep on going, a chest whose tropical veneers are battered and submissive—

this glass gives the old hotel room back to itself in a warmer atmosphere, as if its silver were thickening, a gathering opacity held here, just barely giving back ...

This mirror resists what it can, too weary for generosity. As if each coming and going, each visitor turned, one night or weeks, to check a collar

or the angle of a hat, left some residue, a bit of leave-taking preserved in mercury. And now, filled up with all that regard, there is hardly any room for regarding, and a silvered fog fills nearly all

the space, like rain: the city's lovely, crowded dream, which closes you into itself like a folding screen.

•

Almost nightfall, West 82nd, and a child falls to her knees on the cement, and presses

herself against the glass of the video store, because she wants to hold her face

against the approaching face, huge, open, on the poster hung low in the window,

down near the sidewalk: an elephant walking toward the viewer, ears wide to the world.

She cries out in delight, at first, and her mother acknowledges her pleasure,

but then she's still there, kneeling, in silence, and no matter what the mother does or says

the girl's not moving, won't budge, though her name's called again and again.

Could you even name it, that longing—which suddenly seems to rule these streets,

as if the underlying principle of the city had been drawn up from beneath the pavement

by a girl who doesn't know any better than to insist on the force of her wish

to look into the gaze which seems to go on steadily coming toward her, though of course it isn't moving at all.

•

I woke in the old hotel. The shutters were open in the high, single window; the light gone delicate, platinum. What had I been dreaming,

what would become of me now? There were doves calling, their three-note tremolo climbing the airshaft —something about the depth

of that sound, where it reaches in you, what it touches. You've been abraded, something exchanged or given away with every encounter, on the street, the train, something of you lost

to the bodies that unnerved you, in the station, streaming ahead, everyone going somewhere certain in the randomly intersecting flow of our hurry, until you could be anyone,

in the furious commingling... But now you're more awake, aren't you, and of course these aren't doves, not in the middle of Manhattan; a little harsher, more driven,

these pigeons, though recognizable still in the pulse of their throats the threnody of their kind, rising to you or to that interior ear with which you are always listening,

in the great city, where things are said to no one, and everyone, and still it's the same... You were afraid you were edgeless, one bit of light's indifferent streaming,

and you are—but in a way you also are singled out, are, in the old sense, a soul, because you have heard the thrilling, deep-entering rumple and susurrus of the birds, and now

a little cadence of sun in motion on the windowsill's bricked edge, where did it come from? Moving with the same ripple... As if, audible in the ragged yearning,

visible in this tentative assertion of sun on the lip of a window in Chelsea, is a flake of that long waving long ago lodged in you. All this light traveled aeons to become 23rd Street,

and a hotel room in the late afternoon —the singular neon outside already warm and quavering and you in it, sure now, because of the song being delivered to you, dealt to you

like an outcome, that there is something stubborn in us —does it matter how small it is?— that does not diminish. What is it? An ear, a wave?

Not our histories or who we love or certainly our faces, which dissolve even as were living. Not a bud or a cinder, not a seed or a spark: something else:

obdurate, specific, insoluble. Something in us does not erode.

***

Paul's Tattoo

The flesh dreams toward permanence,

and so this red carp noses from the inked dusk of a young man's forearm as he tilts

the droning burin of his trade toward the blank page of my dear one's biceps

—a scene framed, from where I watch, in an arched mirror, a niche of mercuried glass

the shape of those prosceniums in which still lifes reside, in cool museum rooms: tulips and medlars,

oysters and snails and flies on permanently perishing fruit: vanitas. All is vanitas,

for these two arms—one figured, one just beginning to be traced with the outline of a heart—

are surrounded by a cabinet of curiosities, the tattooist's reflected shelves of skulls

—horses, pigs?—and photos of lobes and nipples shocked into style. Trappings of evil

unlikely to convince: the shop's called 666, a casket and a pit bull occupy the vestibule,

but the coffins pink and the hellhound licked our faces clean as the latex this bearded boy donned

to prick the veil my lover's skin presents —rent, now, with a slightly comic heart,

warmly ironic, lightly shaded, and crowned, as if to mean feeling's queen or king of any day,

certainly this one, a quarter-hour suddenly galvanized by a rippling electric trace

firing adrenaline and an odd sense of limit defied. Not overcome, exactly; this artist's

filled his shop with evidence of that. To what else do these clean,

Dutch-white bones testify? But resistant, still, skin grown less subject

to change, ruled by what is drawn there: a freshly shadowed corazón

now heron-dark, and ringed by blue exultant bits of sweat or flame—

as if the self contained too much to be held, and flung out droplets

from the dear proud flesh —stingingly warm—a steadier hand

has raised into art, or a wound, or both. The work's done,

our design complete. A bandage, to absorb whatever pigment

the newly writ might weep, a hundred guilders, a handshake, back out

onto the street. Now all his life he wears his heart beneath his sleeve.

***

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Id been traveling all day, driving north —smaller and smaller roads, clapboard houses startled awake by the new green around them—

when I saw three horses in a fenced field by the narrow highway's edge: white horses,

two uniformly snowy, the other speckled as though he'd been rolling in flakes of rust. They were of graduated sizes

—small, medium, large— and two stood to watch while the smallest waded

in a shallow pond, tossing his head and taking —it seemed unmistakable—delight

in the cool water around his hooves and ankles. I kept on driving, I went into town

to visit the bookstores and the coffee bar, and looked at the new novels and the volumes of poetry, but all the time

it was horses I was thinking of, and when I drove back to find them

the three companions left off whatever it was they were playing at, and came nearer the wire fence—

I'd pulled over onto the grassy shoulder of the highway—to see what I'd brought them.

Experience is an intact fruit, core and flesh and rind of it; once cut open, entered, it can't be the same, can it?

Though that is the dream of the poem: as if we could look out

through that moment's blushed skin. They wandered toward the fence. The tallest turned toward me;

I was moved by the verticality of her face, elongated reach from the ear-tips

down to white eyelids and lashes, the pink articulation of nostrils, wind stirring the strands

of her mane a little to frame the gaze in which she fixed me. She was the bold one;

the others stood at a slight distance while she held me in her attention. Put your tongue to the green-flecked

peel of it, reader, and taste it from the inside: Would you believe me if I said that beneath them a clear channel

ran from the three horses to the place they'd come from, the cool womb

of nothing, cave at the heart of the world, deep and resilient and firmly set at the core of things? Not emptiness,

not negation, but a generous, cold nothing: the breathing space out of which new shoots

are propelled to the grazing mouths, out of which horses themselves are tendered into the new light. The poem wants the impossible;

the poem wants a name for the kind nothing at the core of time, out of which the foals

come tumbling: curled, fetal, dreaming, and into which the old crumple, fetlock and skull breaking like waves of foaming milk ...

Cold, bracing nothing, which mothers forth mud and mint, hoof and clover, root-hair

and horse-hair and the accordion bones of the rust-spotted little one unfolding itself into the afternoon. You too: you flare

and fall back into the necessary open space. What could be better than that?

It was the beginning of May, the black earth nearly steaming, and a scatter of petals decked the mud

like pearls, everything warm with setting out, and you could see beneath their hooves the path they'd traveled up, the horse-road

on which they trot into the world, eager for pleasure and sunlight, and down which they descend,

in good time, into the source of spring.