hunka hunka burnin' love

this one i did NOT design

`nancy'

accosted by a crackhead at the local. who bought us a round but quickly undid her kindness but promptly spilling mine all over me.
my poor jeans

tots take manhattan

a long time coming, i know.
but in my defense, it's all a bit of a blur. i think i may need some help piecing it all together. in sort of chronological order (yes, the wastedness began V early on). miss the tots, but thank god we're mainly all in separate countries for a few months of recuperation

ahem, squared (at least)

a friday night with the latest addition to the family of goers.
i decide to take `giochi' with me for some drumming (and wingman action, though that development was unplanned - thanks, my latest pimp - AHEM).
what ensued included our trusty goer decorating guest musicians with glo sticks, flailing about on picnic tables (and incurring bruises she couldn't remember receiving the next day), spilling MY drink all over ME, and well, yes, pimping me out (AHEM).
oh, and screaming at passing cars to stop staring at us in bushwick in the middle of the night.

definitely taking this one out again. the impression she made on all and sundry was indelible

excerpt from drummer email the next day: `i imagine your friend woke up on Team Hangover today.'
i said nothing of Team Bruise. or Team Mortification, for that matter

*AHEM*

very a propos title, though not sure about the accompanying pic.
still, you know who you are.

a parting shot

spotted: oats sketch chilling in the Waldorf dining room, eavesdropping on Georgina's downfall.
it's been a fun (and lucrative. and self-promoting) 3 months.

onwards and upwards again
x o x o

can. not. wait.

olafur eliasson's project will bring a whole new level to walking across the brooklyn bridge.

M.I.A.

i know. i have been. am missing huge chunks of time thanks to visiting tots, last-minute trips to d.c. and general, run-of-the-mill debauchery, and am still trying to recuperate (and find the time to upload photographic evidence.) in the meantime, an amusing aside.

the countdown

T minus 2.5 hours for rome tot....

The Execution(s) of Willie Francis

GK. kudos. the latest he has to say on the u.s. supreme court's decision here. been eagerly awaiting this book and am only annoyed that his next meet-and-greet in nyc has yet to be announced.