New site.

My life.

Farewell Anna.

London, I love you.

Let the shit show begin...

4 zillion shoes + 400sqf apartment = unmitigated disaster.

Having a Richard Avedon kind of day today.

Silent crowded elevator uncomfortableness.

Sunset, rooftop of the Met, booze and a giant Tomas Saraceno - hard to beat?

Dusk.

Too uptight to have fun anymore.

Why do people think it's ok to constantly tell me how tired I look?

Active Child @ Bowery Ballroom was fucking awesome.

Having a Cindy Sherman kind of day today.

It's New Balance time, again.

In New York you really learn to MYOB, and I'm not talking about the accounting program.

Am I wrong in thinking liking someone's Instagram pic negates the need to hang out with them in real life?

Working weekends while the rest of the city has fun.

Hmm, the Whitney Biennial... I think I'm going to let this whole movement pass me by...

E.V. Day and Kembra Pfahler at The Hole was totally amazing.