gemmiest

bringing you a treat to distract you from the monday blues and the miserable rain.
thanks joel.

bring it back

photos by jackie

photos by chasen
groovin'

still not over it

can't move past some piece stealing my denim shirt in the lower east side. it was my mothers from the 90's, most likely from mervyn's or robinson's may. probably of the prestigious label "high sierra" or "liz claiborne". and i can't even go through the grieving process because everyone is shoving my loss back in my face.

images via lookbook, yvan rodic, the sartorialist, what is reality anyway, le blog de betty, and because i'm addicted
just a sampling of my semi-regular blogroll.

we've gotta city to love

whiskey & wine, dancing to foul music, warm evenings, new lower east side digs, make for for saturday nights that extend far into sunday morning.
forest fire, fortune teller
(100 posts)

old & good

she said “you ain't ugly, you can kiss me if you like”

go ahead and kiss her, you don't know what you're missing
(photo by leonard)

"i read with every broken heart we should become more adventurous"

"i'll run through a thousand parties, i've run through a million bars. nobody knows where you are livin', nobody knows where you are. now there's no leaving new york"

(mom circa 7th grade)

feeling folky and jovial, cycling through acoustic springtime serenades; invigorated by the changing season.

spring fever

the first few days on non-winter living have arrived, and it has revived my love for this place in which i call home. in the spirit of spending days off exploring new neighborhoods, sipping on soy lattes, shopping for clogs, or an afternoon in the park, i present long overdue photos from the jazz age lawn party; which was one of the best new york days to date.

pop quiz

70 million by hold your horses! from l'ogre on vimeo.
cheap thrills, provided by michael burge

pinch me

whitney biennial opening, i am living in a new york dream.
photo via blackbook