while he's eyeing your stockings

the view from my desk, Mamma Andersson "Dead End"

been out of the loop for quite some time (technical difficulties). here's a pu-pu platter of happenings, inspiration, habits, a dash of narcissism, and jeff goldblum circa "annie hall." not at all random.

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.

sneak peak

just a few from the jazz age lawn festival on governors island. with a digital camera on the fritz, only a couple pics were snapped. although, lets be honest, a digital camera is definitely not appropriate for such an affair. everyone was decked out and dazzled on the dance floor in their finest gatsby duds, whilst sipping on elderflower cocktails, learning the charleston, grooving ot live tunes, and participating in the tug-o-war competition. can you spot me? holgas to come, hopefully sooner rather-than-later.

[this photo courtesy of metromix]