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.
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.