I am completely smitten with you

nick + ashley + drunky santa = creepy christmas photo 21 years later

dry cereal and orange juice.

Vegan cranberry chocolate cake baker.

*the first cake to ever make me melt*

Woman of Algiers 2001
Oil on Canvas
Marlene Dumas

all photographs by Malick Sidibé, my new obsession.

December 4, 1969

Happy Birthday Jay - Z

I got you

My favorite things in the morning on the way to the train...

Frankie, the corner store clerk and superman in hiding asking me about my dreams.

The barber opening shop wishing me a good day.

The lady at the nail salon smiling while she finishes her morning coffee outside.

The local vendors tables blowing nag champa in the air.

Obama posters for sale by the man from Kingston.

The man that sells the New York Times from a yellow cart with an red Umbrella.

All paintings by Kehinde Wiley, on View now at the Deitch Project.
18 Wooster SOHO NYC.

Fallen Saints

Dear Kehinde,
Lets chat.
Ashley

Beets and Scrabble = a perfect thanksgiving

The only things my dad and I love equally, Rob McKuen.

I live alone.
It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
          to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you're still alive.

I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from out minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more that what they were.
                   And is the manufacture
just a safe device for closing up the wall?

I do remember.
The only fuzzy circumstance
is something where-and how.
Why, I know.
It happens just because we need
to want and to be wanted too,
when love is here  or gone
to lie down in the darkness
                     and listen to the warm.

~Rod Mckuen

Libraries so beautiful they make me weak at the knees.

Find more at

Curious Expeditions
(my new favorite blog)

Opening this Thursday

All works by Lisa Van Noorden

Come join me at work for a glass of wine and a reception with the Artist, Lisa Van Noorden.

Did I mention that the dolls are only $120 each?

Umbrage Gallery
111 Front St. Suite 208
Brooklyn, NY 11201

December 4, 6-8pm

Trying to say goodbye to the old and say hello to what counts, but like Eugene Atget, I can't let go of the past so easily. I choose to keep it in a book, file its difficulties in an archival box and make the map so complicated, that only one person can break the code.