Saturday night, at a party, talking to a girl. Interrupted by someone asking how she'd been, and she went on to say that time is going fast for her and that therefore things are good. I wanted this past week to go by fast, and it flew by. And the week before that went by really quickly too, so yeah, I'm good. I thought it was odd that, at 21, she'd want her life to slip by so quickly, when I so desperately want mine to slow down.
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A gnome, a cast iron cat bank, and Confederate belt buckles. I've added a new set of pictures to the photos page: the flea market.
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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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