this time another year

i left new york after being up all night. thank you facebook for reminding me.

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yeah!

pretty much sums it up right now.

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.

recent books

great forces...

and the two loves of my life.

a sample.

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).

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.

brooklyn bound

rhea! from byron bay, recent émigré from london to new york.

marissa and rhea, post-vietnamese feast.

the tiniest feather ever. it landed on marissa and kept us (megan, marissa, darling ranya and me) company before floating onto bigger and better things (hopefully).

this was ky's birthday on the beach (fort something...). marissa, megan and mark.

beach scrabble.

rhea in her magnificent, recently acquired apartment. (smug).

me, at rhea's. (not only is there a piano, there's also a glockenspiel).

highline

i wish i took this one with the M6.

so smart and lovely and deceptively simple.

story

more boy stuff, this time with a bit of narrative.

i went to meet them at their apartment on east third. this is the view from the rooftop.

we were always waiting on someone.

hanging on the fire escape after lunch at katz's deli

the next day we stopped at shakeshack for lunch before trooping up to guggenheim.

we lost/gave up on the others. i had no use for the collection, josh had no use for the exhibition.

the next day the boys made the short journey to brooklyn and we met up at el beit (ky's cafe). though this photo could have been taken anywhere really.

walking around williamsburg.

habana outpost - cuban street food and the best darn corn you'll ever eat.

colourful and hot. stinkin' hot.

this was rupert's birthday at the black keys show in central park.

i was going to give this photo its own post, purely because it cracks me up. dave.

a dapper bunch, the next evening on our way home from seeing al pacino (THE al pacino - forgeddit) as shylock in the merchant of venice. spec-tac-u-lar.