Saturday, September 30, 2006

Anniversary party at Josie and Russ's house.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

View from the Schwartzes':

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Meet New Tim down at the Sunshine to see Renaissance. Good movie. Afterwards we walk up to that Indian restaurant on 1st Ave. You know the one. Yes, THAT one.

Pleasant lamb kori (at least to my ignorant palette), good vegetable samosas, inferior naan.

Friday, September 22, 2006

I haven't seen Kevin and Lisa in probably five years. They are in town for Lisa's cousin's wedding. They have the afternoon free, so we go check out what's going on at MOMA (thanks, Tim!).

I am in unholy love with this series of photographs by Barbara Probst.

Being a bad New Yorker, I'd never been to MOMA before. Neither had I been to Serendipity, where we trek over afterwards for snacks.

I'm jonesing to try Serendipity's famous signature drink/dessert thing, the Frozen Hot Chocolate, about which little else people seem to talk about since, like, ever. I don't know what exactly I'm expecting, some sort of utterly mind-blowing chocolate orgasm or something, I guess, but what I get is...slushy chocolate milk. It's not unpleasant by any means, but.... Well, at least the whipped cream is fresh.

Blue steel!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Another wine party at Sean and Chris K.'s.

My favorite photo of the moment is here (thanks, Kelle!).

Saturday, September 16, 2006

After a (very) long and leisurely lunch in Soho, Jimmy and I walk over to Chinatown because Jimmy needs to buy...I couldn't even begin to explain it to you.

As Jimmy goes to haggle with the old ladies who will never, ever know what hit them, I say hello to the locals.

I know I'm the ONLY one on earth who thinks so, but I'll say it again anyway: bubble tea is NASTY. There, I said it.

Meet Jimmy to check out Paul Pope's window at the Diesel store in Soho.

Jimmy, reverential:

With good reason:

I could usually give a crap about fashion and all, but hey, Paul Pope.

There is a limited-edition print for sale inside. I'm able to take this picture before being unceremoniously kicked out of the store.

I guess I don't really need those shoes after all.