file this under “things that make me sad”: i was deciding which route to take to a work event tonight and noticed a tiny detail on the map that led me straight down memory lane.
je t’aime toujours, florent!
the (extremely belated) october mixtape is (finally) here! email me for a copy.
(what is the background, you ask? why, it’s plymouth street in DUMBO … covered in oyster shells during under the bridge festival 2009)
“People from the village,” he says, craning back over that shoulder, “come up to me and tease me, ‘We hear you’ve started drawing on your telephone.’ And I tell them, ‘Well, no, actually, it’s just that occasionally I speak on my sketch pad.’”
here’s to new beginnings!
(génie de la liberté, bordeaux, france)
but if you’re worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay
(explosions in the sky, summerstage, central park, new york)
so are you, tomi!
As I like to say, I have the crème fraîche of problems
we’ve got issues!
(from intersections intersected: the photography of david goldblatt, on view until october 11 at the new museum, new york)
i sent this to my mother, and this is what she sent back to me:
I CANNOT BREATHE!!!!!!!! Mother of God that is so effing hysterical - I was screaming and reading it to Daddy who went in to full wheeze mode! It is an absolutely priceless treasure. Thanks for the huge laughs and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
lonely at the top
(the eye, london, united kingdom)
