I love this so much. 

Comments

Oh, my, God, I actually know this girl. 

Comments

Robby Ayala - Evolution of words

Why Vine is still a favorite. 

(From Robby Ayala’s Vine

Comments
Greens and blues. #queens  (at Astoria Park)

Greens and blues. #queens (at Astoria Park)

Comments

When a client texts you at 11pm for no good reason, you know it’s time to move on.

Comments
When you can own a room like Maria Callas.

When you can own a room like Maria Callas.

Comments

After a very interesting Central Park Summerstage concert that featured musicians from Argentina (one of the lead singers was clearly on coke), Marina, Carlota, Mauricio and I stumbled upon this group of tango dancers during our walk to dinner. Men would walk up to ladies sitting down on the benches and ask them to dance. Then they would glide across the stone tiles, cheek to cheek, holding onto each other with delicate fervor. We wondered out loud how these strangers were able to be so immediately and comfortably intimate with each other.

God, I love this city. It still manages to surprise me after all these years.

Comments

Mood Indigo (L’écume des jours) by Michel Gondry

Need to watch this. 

Comments
Last night. #nyc (at Intrepid Museum)

Last night. #nyc (at Intrepid Museum)

Comments
Today: Picnic and “A Soldier’s Story” at Bryant Park Movie Night with a boy, where we both grumbled about the rudeness of other moviegoers around us, especially this guy who kept standing and sitting up during the movie (pictured). 

After the movie, he walked me back to my apartment. When he kissed me in front of my building, there were fireworks, literally, that were set off by my neighbors. They went on for 10 minutes as we stared at the sky in part awe and part shock. Then three fire trucks came to check on the building, and we slinked off to walk by the Hudson. 

When we came back, we saw a group (20-30) of teenagers running toward us. At first, I thought it was a flash mob, but soon we saw punches flying, girls shrieking, adults yelling, kids dispersing. Apparently there were cop cars at the other end of the street, and we saw a chubby kid of maybe 15 run toward us shouting, “Fucking cops!” 

It was truly an eventful night.

Today: Picnic and “A Soldier’s Story” at Bryant Park Movie Night with a boy, where we both grumbled about the rudeness of other moviegoers around us, especially this guy who kept standing and sitting up during the movie (pictured).

After the movie, he walked me back to my apartment. When he kissed me in front of my building, there were fireworks, literally, that were set off by my neighbors. They went on for 10 minutes as we stared at the sky in part awe and part shock. Then three fire trucks came to check on the building, and we slinked off to walk by the Hudson.

When we came back, we saw a group (20-30) of teenagers running toward us. At first, I thought it was a flash mob, but soon we saw punches flying, girls shrieking, adults yelling, kids dispersing. Apparently there were cop cars at the other end of the street, and we saw a chubby kid of maybe 15 run toward us shouting, “Fucking cops!”

It was truly an eventful night.

Comments