Been going through the archives and decided to share a few pictures from the last couple of months. No cohesive theme here. Just random moments.
I’ve been capturing things a bit differently now that Instagram has become my default channel. But this is still my favorite space for posting pictures.
It’s a lot quieter.
Which means, fewer people see what I post.
Which means, I feel more free.
Which means, this is really how I take pictures.
Funny how that works.
Let’s do dis.
Quite proud of this rug and its dust bunny friends.
One night Franco and I watched these guys change this sign to an identical, much cleaner sign. We were on our way to a distant bar in Brooklyn late one night to pick up the credit card I’d left behind a few days before (yes, I’m an adult). It was an hourlong slog. When we got there, the place was closed.
Whenever possible.
My super glamorous studio. See that mic stand over there? Swivels 360 degrees to and from your mouth. Patent pending.
A friend and I stumbled upon this cute little park right after this asinine dialogue courtesy of me:
Friend: What’s this?
Me: Ugh. Probably one of those rich-people parks you need a key to get into.
Nice old lady holding open the gate on her way out: Come right in, you cynical asshole.
Then we got chased by a chicken. It was glorious.
One day I dug up my cheapo watercoloring set that I’d bought about seven years ago and completely failed at but still lugged around through my many, many moves. I learned that when you’re bad at colors and coloring, you can get away with picking and choosing what to color.
Office permapup. Fully grown and pocket-sized. Want.
This is how Franco watches sports. You might think it’s really awkward to have a big ol’ window with no curtains. You would be right. But… we’re too lazy to ask the landlord if we can drill holes, so fish tank living room featuring a singing-dancing duo it is. You’re welcome, neighbors.
One of the first nice days of the year we decided to hang at Central Park at the last minute. That blanket is actually a plastic tablecloth from the dollar store.
A book about the joys of spinsterhood. Franco gets nervous whenever I read it around him.
Times Square After Midnight, one of my fave places in the city.
Another creep session. These guys had a synchronized routine. They marched to a spot, lifted some things, hammered some other things, and did it all over again.
Pretending to read the Times, but really we’re about to watch “Gossip Girl” while lunching.
One of those perfect days in the neighborhood.
Best wings in the biz and nicest people ever.
And with that,
~20 pics down, thousands more to go.
Until next time, friends.
Franco wanted to try out the new cocktail toolset his brother and sister-in-law got us for Christmas. We got the table ready for some serious mixing.
Our go-tos:
Dirrrrrrty martinis!
And Manhattans.
For dinner, we made another go-to:
With sauce fresh from the jar straight to our mouths.
Let’s get the party started, shall we?
Cracked open the Scrabble set also gifted by Franco’s brother and sister-and-law. It’s like they know us really well or something.
Though we’d played with Scrabble sets as kids, we’d never played a real game before. Shocker, I know.
Modeling our new toy, totally aware of just how fucking cutthroat we, er, I would soon become.
With tunes from the record player I got Franco for Christmas. My dad, by the way, was in awe of this thing. When Franco 
Round Two.
Don’t let this calm scene fool you. At one point we had to stop the game after I lost my shit when Franco used the tiles I was gunning for. He said something about “You’re too competitive why can’t we just play a fun game of Scrabble wah wah wah.” Rude.
Times Square countdown times.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Lauryn Hill sounds great as ever on vinyl. The only lame part is this version doesn’t have the hidden tracks. I mean, that was only like 90% of why we got it but whatever. Still good.
Texting loved ones is soooo hard.
The aftermath.