Saturday, July 31, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

nyc, minimal wave at PS1


Veronica: when a uruguayan girl meets a czech boy.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

nyc, bracelet



piece by Tilly D'oro

nyc, flashed out



necklace by Tilly D'oro

Saturday, July 24, 2010

nyc, tatoo in a mother's handwriting



Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are we not to be?

nyc, balance



nyc, bag porn


PS1 dance floor

Thursday, July 22, 2010

nyc, the smiths

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

nyc, zorana







Sunday, July 18, 2010

fire island at night


late conversations


jess


from a distance


beach line


left beach


right beach


heading back

Saturday, July 17, 2010

fire island set





Friday, July 16, 2010

fire island beach





Thursday, July 15, 2010

to fire island


snack


porsche


on the boat

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

nyc, dinner


jess and chris

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

nyc, east river

Monday, July 12, 2010

wine in brooklyn


jesse


nogs


Jess and chris cutting shorts

Sunday, July 11, 2010

nyc, further birthdaying

dinner at Roberta's.


kevin and nogs' gold locks


leess and eva


juls and darren


leess


nogah in her element

Saturday, July 10, 2010

nyc, birthdaying







Thursday, July 8, 2010

nyc, black dress

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Monday, July 5, 2010

books, you don't love me yet



When no one was looking, the lip of the stage had been approached by men of guile and influence, unyouthful men in youthful clothes.

You cant be deep without a surface. (rocker's wisdom)

- Jonathan Lethem

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Thursday, July 1, 2010

nyc, sheet music



We had too many differences. For example, I loved her and she didn't love me.
-Allegra Goodman

canada day

literary shout-out to my latter homeland, by a fellow montrealer:

Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.
...

-Leonard Cohen

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