en pointe

point.

(i've taken to wearing my ballet slippers about the house).

and flex.

(deceptively strong-looking ankles. they keep giving way when i'm at work).

relatedly, two words : mikhail. baryshnikov.

(swoon). 

my place

room/sun-room.

miss you

glad i took this last minute photo of a building i passed at least twice a day. advice does take a little while to sink in sometimes.

recently

poor arvi, work's been rough lately.

our new, limited edition art series 8oz cups.

tube strike on monday meant i was either going to be super early or super late.

i was ridiculously early and waited for celeste for close to an hour.

in the piss alley between greek street and charing cross (they painted over this that very day).

reminds me of mallory.

ellie in sillouhette! at caravan where i finally treated her like it was her birthday.

the cat from norway got stuck in the doorway, but my cat likes to hide in boxes. (i'm packing).

on the stoop

this is why i can't have nice things.

edit: just to clarify based on the comments, this is not my doing. my mug had been missing for a while and then when i left the house in the morning, this is what i found. cup murder.

when you left the fire

aggy and i spent last night with a very handsome and charming bunch of canadians by the name of wilderness of manitoba. four part harmonies? yes please! cover of CSN's helplessly hoping? fucking gorgeous.

great opener too, nathaniel rateliff.

also

did i mention the family of foxes living in our garden?

kitty!

when kitty hangs out in my room, this is the only place she wants to be.

she will fight just about anything...

...she especially likes the power connection (not the cord, just the bit that may hurt her).

i never wanted to be one of those people who fills up the internet with cats, but she's just too cute not to be shared.

dave

henry said, 'don't encourage him soph.'

(that's the punchline, i can barely remember the body of the joke, and it wouldn't be funny anyway).

last day

after a quick pack and a quick coffee i met rhea for brunch and then it was on to the market to shop for a feast. (rhea matched the rainbow chard beautifully).

the produce we came home with quickly turned into a still life.

a snack, a cider and a nap and we started cooking.

jackie and rhea.

megan, ky and sean.

that blonde, be-hatted blur is ranya and her friend lord gavin.

megan, so fantastic.

and this, this is miller's. i spent a good amount of time here (almost every night i think).

we (ky, megan, rhea and i) stayed til the bitter end. then it was home to organize the remainder of my stuff, into a cab and onto jfk (where i promptly sobered up). and that's it.

mies town

if you have a couple of hours to kill in chicago, i can heartily recommend the architecture boat tour.

how's that for a collage? deco, beaux-arts, modern, international, fascist (well, civic), post-modern, weird 80s futurism, you name it, chicago's got it.

lady liberty

after the game we caught the subway all the way downtown to catch the staten island ferry.

for her.

take me out to the...

...ball-game!

yankees vs. bluejays

any excuse. (it was hot, i'll give them that).

jesse (matt's young lady) and chloe (her friend) had just arrived.

oh, and henry got a grill.

when the yankees won, they played 'new york, new york' on repeat. we danced until we were the only ones left in the stadium.

some kid called alex rodriguez hit his 600th home-run that day too. pretty big deal but it means nothing to me really.

that dude next to chloe (not matt, the other one) was so effing new york and a legitimate yankees fan, through and through.