Insert Irony Here

C’mon man, really? This is too funny, some stereotypes really are true.

Room 614

I like this picture. When I first walked into the office I thought I walked into the 1960s, but I liked it.

Bronx River

Everyday when I pass this river on the train, I look at it just to see what’s different about it. It’s really clean these days, but back in the day it was as filthy as the river that caught on fire in Ohio.

I like this picture, it reminds me of some opening scene from an 80s movie in a steel mining town. The Outsiders, Urban Cowboy, Flashdance, Footloose, pick one. I can almost hear the music.

Herald Square

On 33rd and 6th, looking north.

Lantern

I laid on the floor of my my office just to take this shot. I like this lamp, it reminds me of the ocean.

This Takes Me Back To High School…

Obviously this was back at a time when I didn’t respect my kidneys… I later learned. The damn bottle comes with a warning to not drink straight… I actually bought a fifth of that this past New Year’s Eve- I had instantaneous ‘buyer’s remorse.’ I didn’t open it til February and was only because I used it to make shots of Purple Mother Fucker: Vodka, Blue Triple Sec, Lime Juice and Chambord. Needless to say, I was fucked up.

Only In New York.021110 (Hotel MickeyD’s)

Artifact.

What’s next? A Motorola pager, a Sony Walkman, a Zack Morris cell phone and an abacus?

Flashing Lights.

Every time I passed this spot,I’m compelled to take a pic. 40/41th and Park Avenue, looking north at Grand Central Terminal and the Met Life Building. I don’t know if it’s the lights (which are always out) or if it’s the overhead roadway or the statues in the pediment on the GCT entrance, but I have like 40 pictures- day/night, winter/summer.

#shoutout to my ‘patnah in crime,’ @deedarling, who works around the corner: we still got a lunch date at Golosi on the block…maybe on your bday..

Are We There Yet? Nah, Not Even Half Way

190th on the 1 train in Uptown Manhattan. I always have such a feeling of reflection and introspection when I walk through this tunnel. I think it’s the length and the singular-ness of the path. When you get to the end of the path, there’s a great sense of accomplishment.

Ugliest Timbs Ever

This is what happens when the construction Timberlands get stung by a bee and go into anaphylactic shock.

True Love.