Harlem and Johnny.

Kelle's birthday, Mama Mexicana, Upper West Side.





(possibly the last of the March birthdays, but one can never know for sure.)

Happy birthday, Laura.

(Another birthday!)

Guy getting his hair cut a couple chairs down from me won't take out his earphones, which I can't imagine isn't a rude thing to do. The hairdresser asks him what he's listening to. "Miley Cyrus," he answers. "'Hannah Montana'?" he adds, helpfully. He's like 40.

Dagfinn and I take Lana out for her birthday, which was on Tuesday. Dinner at Gonzo, drinks at...the Guitar Hero bar on Greenwich Ave. (Treehouse?, née Caffe Dell Artista, RIP and sigh).



I always feel like everyone I know's birthday is in November and December. Now it seems like everyone's birthday is in February and March.



Lana's camera is much nicer than mine.

Megan's birthday, Antarctica, Soho.






Jim and Biz wore the same shirt.

Happy birthday, Raph.