if only it were that obvious

(these two via jackie)

if there is one thing that you take away from this post, it won't be the fact that i got my bike shipped out to brooklyn (and therefore my life is even more dreamy), that the williamsburg waterfront at sunset may be one of the best spots this side of the east river- especially when basking in the sweet melodies of grizzly bear, that olea's sangria in fort greene is the best i've had outside of spain, that going to a free dan deacon concert in red hook is the closest you can get to joining a cult, that rooftop dinner parties in the warm summer night are the perfect way to spend an evening, or that picklebacks generally lead to picking noses, but you will be mindful of the simple lessons in body language, as explained by a second hand book:

"the sexual signals are clear as they lean towards each other. his legs are wide apart, exposing his genital area. her back is arched and her bottom is pushed out - it is a perfect example of primate sexual posturing"

overhaul

some say size doesn't matter. but i believe, especially in regards to photographs & the height of men, bigger is better.

(fyi, for my 5.7 voyeurs out there, now that the internet is up and running again in my apartment, you can expect a lot more round these parts. stay tuned.)

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.