This morning I woke up with blue ink stamped in three different places on my face, souvenirs transferred from my hand to my head from the concert I went to last night. Stef, Matt, Martin, Richard, and I had taken Richard's van to Chapel Hill to see The Faint, a show that made me want to have lived in the 80s all over again, this time in my twenties. "It's like Duran Duran, but this time we get to like it," Richard had said. Hm. I did like Duran Duran the first time.
It was an excellent show, minus the lack of an encore, and it was the first time in a week I've been able to escape both TV and my pesky mind. I miss worrying about trivial things.
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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.) — 02.25.09 People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author [my husband] taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 |
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