Josh and I are shooting in a hotel room today, a hotel room with a hammock
cheese spread. board is courtesy of the brooklyn slate company
ok, you win mike, that is sweet
This is a picture of my grandmother as a young woman. It is weird to think of her driving around shotgun in that beautiful convertible dating my loud, cocky grandfather.
Maybe one day my grandchildren will show pictures of me and say, “look how vain grandpa was!”
Spencer was in town for about 12 hours on Saturday. He had not been to NYC since he was a kid, so basically he had never been there. This is what we did
- Everything bagel, lox, cream cheese
- Met
- McSorley’s
- Katz’s
- SoHo, Nolita, Little Italy, Chinatown walk
- War and Pretty Things at Marshall Stack
- Pool, PBR and a broken jukebox at Welcome To The Johnson’s
- A half carafe of Cotes Du Rhone at Schiller’s Liquor Bar
- A beautiful bottle of Barbaresco (if you know anything of my wine taste, you know Nebbiolo grapes are king for me)
- Dinner at Baccaro, old friends/new
Sunday night art project. The 39 is the number of teeth on my small (climbing) chainring.
so the marshall stack has pretty things on tap. could not be happier to call something my living room.
Johnny Flynn - The Box
english boy sings folk music, download the album here
unlike marty mcfly i did not take offense tonight when people called me yellow
