American Summer
Arthur Miller remembers summertime heat waves in New York, before there was air-conditioning: http://nyr.kr/MpnSV7
July 2nd, 2012
Hey there.
If your divorce papers aren’t signed or you still live with your girlfriend, don’t ask me out.
June 23rd, 2012
June 22nd, 2012
And another thing.
Id rather drink blood than see Fiona Apple. No more asking.
June 14th, 2012
While I was at spirits in black I got this photo: making menus. I love this time of night and sense of purpose.
June 11th, 2012
Love.
(Source: shollington, via hallucinations)
There is something disturbing and lovely about a stoop-sitting stranger holding my dog’s face and looking her in the eye to say I love you.
June 7th, 2012
What’s with …
New restaurants that are deafeningly loud and new concepts billing itself as approachable? A loud restaurant isn’t approachable, it’s off-putting. Are restaurants making up for it with straightforward fare that requires no explanation?
(Source: furk)
Yes
June 5th, 2012
Distracted
The staff at Blind Dog is dancing behind the counter. Each has a repetitive Charlie Brown move: the head bob, the running in place, the hand shake. The song is Take On Me. Funny stuff.
