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As Valentine’s Day approaches, love is once again marketed as an event—romance compressed into reservations, artificial roses, and a narrow set of expectations.

But there is another kind of love that shapes us just as deeply and lasts far longer. It’s the love women share with one another. Ahead of Valentine’s Day, we asked a group of women around New York to reflect on the relationships that have shaped them.

For some, this love begins at the very beginning. Zoe Fisher, Director of Salon 94, writes about her grandmother, Gamma, who has been reliably reminding her of her amazingness since day one. Now 89, Gamma has lived a life that resists easy definition: working with the Black Panthers’ education programs in New York City schools in the 1960s, later serving as a volunteer coordinator at Glide in San Francisco, traveling widely, and raising Zoe’s mother as a single parent. Her life reads as a series of commitments—proof that one person can move through many chapters, and that belief offered early can echo for decades.

Other attachments form through proximity and recognition. Florist Marisa Competello met her friend Stevie Dance while living in the same apartment building.

They admired one another from a distance before becoming close. “Stevie is my ultimate confidant and companion,” Marisa explains. “Any time spent together feels thoughtful. She’s always championing me or challenging me to grow. She’s an expander.”

Like the relationships we cultivate, roses ask for consistency more than intensity.

New York itself appears throughout these stories—not as fantasy, but as fact. Chef and writer Emma Leigh Macdonald reflects on how female friendships are what keep her standing and sane in the city.

Her relationship with Clarisse Fahrtmann began in 2017 at an American Thanksgiving dinner Clarisse was hosting—“American,” Emma clarifies, since Clarisse (Cla) is from Luxembourg and Emma is Canadian. Emma arrived with a tray of roasted vegetables, a gesture Clarisse later admitted was mildly horrifying. “It turns out it’s not very European to bring a dish to a dinner party someone else is hosting,” Emma says. “

In spite of this misstep, we were immediate confidants.” They also discovered, simultaneously, that Clarisse was serendipitously at NYU’s Gallatin School with Emma’s then-boyfriend and now-husband, Rowan. Clarisse is a fantastic cook, shares Emma’s love of lunch and whole fish, and is endlessly fun and funny—always introducing new schemes. She stands up for herself while remaining deeply kind, a balance Emma describes as distinctly New York. She is also, Emma notes, an exceptional wedding officiant—“biased, but I know I’m not the only one who thinks so.” Even now, with Clarisse living in Basel, her presence remains part of Emma’s internal geography.

Some relationships can only be found by throwing out the map entirely. Writer and film critic Elissa Suh describes meeting Sofia Corbo and Rose Anderson at a networking event—none of whom were meant to speak to one another. They did anyway. The result was a trio as charismatic as Diane Keaton, Bette Midler, and Goldie Hawn mid-choreography. Sofia’s enthusiasm is infectious, capable of pulling even Elissa—the self-described cynic—into genuine excitement.

“Rose has a disarming directness and boundless energy,” Elissa explains. “She gets secrets out of people instantly, probably because she makes them feel safe. And she never forgets anything.”

Roses teach us that care is often practical—cutting back, making space, tending what’s unseen.

Care often reveals itself through the minutiae of daily life. Chef and author Mina Stone describes Liz Mulholland as “the kind of friend that helps you move”—packing boxes, loading cars, arriving prepared.

They met at a party during Art Basel Miami, bonding over shared frustrations, two-year-olds, and playground routines. “She’s a natural role model—a no-bullshit person with the biggest heart,” Mina says. “Her work ethic inspires me. She also has Excedrin with caffeine in her purse at all times.”

For artist Dana Arbib, connection came via kismet.

After first meeting at a birthday party for David Prior, she reconnected with Deborah Needleman years later in Venice, where a quick lunch stretched into an entire day together. Deborah’s humor, curiosity, intelligence, and honesty create an immediate sense of fluency. “She possesses a unique blend of wit, curiosity, and supportiveness,” Dana explains. “She creates instant comfort when I’m with her.”

For Zoë Mowat, love lives in contrast. Her friendship with Jenny—whom her father affectionately refers to as her opposite, “Chalk and Cheese”—deepened after both women moved to New York and then into the altered intimacy of the pandemic. “I’ve heard so many stories about romantic relationships forming at that time,” Zoë says, “but I love hearing about the friendships.” Jenny meets every situation with grace, offering thoughtful, measured, and consistently hilarious perspective. “I’m always disarmed by her wisdom,” Zoë adds. “I learn so much from her.”

With this kind of tending, over time, this kind attention becomes trust, and bloom feels inevitable.

Family bonds carry their own gravity. Artist Cara Piazza writes about her younger sister, Celeste, with open admiration.

Ten years apart, their adult relationship is defined by trust and closeness. Though younger, Cara describes Celeste as “the sager of the two”—often the steadier presence. She is unfairly funny, pragmatic, socially fluent, and casually a genius. This May, Celeste will graduate with a doctorate in psychology. Cara makes no attempt to temper her pride.

Mirroring the longevity of siblinghood, some relationships move through entire chapters of life. Film producer Natalie Musteata reflects on her friendship with Katherine Rochester, whom she met in 2014 through the Center for Curatorial Leadership. From the beginning, they recognized something familiar in one another—both outspoken, opinionated, and comfortable taking up space. Their connection carried them across cities and years, from long bike rides to reunions in Berlin, Los Angeles, and New York. When Katherine eventually moved to Natalie’s home city, she settled just around the corner. During Natalie’s early years of motherhood, Katherine became part of the daily rhythm—showing up without fanfare or negotiation. “Over the past few years, I’ve watched Katherine build the life she always imagined,” Natalie says. “Being close to her through that process has been a privilege, and a reminder of what it means to move through the world with intention and grace.”

Taken together, these stories widen the definition of love. They suggest that intimacy is cumulative, that fulfillment is not singular, and that romance is only one expression among many.

Love lives in shared time, in memory, in showing up again tomorrow. This Valentine’s Day, we celebrate the women who hold us—across years, distance, and all the versions of ourselves we pass through along the way.

All floral imagery was sourced from the Internet Archive's abundant collection of gardening books, with special attention paid to roses.

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