The Wayfarer.

My first tattoo.

Check it out. That’s one happy witch. It was drawn by a maniac on a bicycle who got me drunk in SoHo and dinked me to an East Village dive bar where this was drawn. Now my arse hurts and I’ve got grazes on my knees. Life sure is strange. Today Miranda told me, “We make plans and God laughs.” Well if he does, then I hope he pissed his pants.

08/11/09 -- East Village > SoHo -- 0 Comments


Tuck your face into the crack.

The couches in New York are very comfortable. They are both wide and long and can accommodate most girths. If you tuck your face into the crack between the cushions it feels nice and will block out the light.

I’ve walked across the Williamsburg bridge twice this week. It’s pink and ugly but does its job of transporting many walkers and bikers across the Hudson river well. On friday night I carried a six-pack of Brooklyn Brewery beers across it to Sunni’s house in Brooklyn. She cooked lamb balls made from beef and we all drank framboise. Then we went to Lit in the East Village - a dive bar filled with an assortment of characters - because Sunni and Larry were DJing there. At 7am the next morning we climbed on her roof and enjoyed the morning Manhattan skyline. We all agreed that we’ll never get tired of that clump of buildings. Then we passed the joint.

06/15/09 -- Brooklyn > East Village > Manhattan Skyline > Williamsburg -- 0 Comments


The East Village

I really like the East Village. It’s such a swell place. Everyone lives in cute little apartments like this one with decks made from Ikea slats. In the morning the village citizens get coffee from 9th St Espresso, then ride their bikes to their authentic day jobs. This could possibly be a generalisation based on Tom and Helen, my profoundly sweet and considerate hosts, but I’d like to think everyone here does the same.

Today I saw Terry Richardson on Prince St in SoHo holding a bouquet of flowers. Then I was almost stopped by a hippie standing on Broadway rallying support to save the pandas. I told him, “Sorry man, I don’t have much time.” To which he replied, “Neither do the pandas!”

06/12/09 -- East Village > New York -- 0 Comments