summer looks like this (prospect park edition)

an night of perfectly chilled white wine, the new york philharmonic, and a plethora of snacks to feast upon for a few hours, all while lounging on a don quixote blanket.

riding bikes and listening to the national, a perfect thursday evening

summer how i've loved you, oh fall how i anticipate your arrival

my feet will take me there

second stop. double americano + bagel & schmear
rooftop view
permanent spring, a silk flower garden, my lorimer st. neighbors
5 leaves, the southern belle. (sweet tea vodka, fresh squeezed lemon juice, simple syrup, fresh mint & sparkling white wine) perfection on a warm summer evening, after an afternoon in the adjacent park, preferable paired with truffle fries.
the rabbithole. where the eats are good, and the fellow patrons delicious.
jmz hewes stop
il castello di south williamsburg
kent street park
a portion of my williamsburg stomping grounds, with more to come, and to bind to my mental rolodex.
because i have stayed home and have learned a little more about my neighborhood, which is important // live in a lemonworld // fall asleep in your branches // he's lookin' so cute // it is happening again

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.