Come inside. You’ve done enough, on the slopes of Chamonix or the sidewalks of Bushwick; on skis or the slippery blades of preoccupation. End your exertions. Drink a hot toddy, read something you’ve read before but can’t remember except to know it will restore you after another bout in winter’s ring.
Lawton Mull’s reinterpretation of the ski chalet: comfort, luxury, and a view of the Manhattan sky line.
