A humble quest to discover maturity in the major metropolis.A journey that brings me towards the outrageous and the dangerous, the terrifying and the electrifying, the suffocating and the sublime.
A pace that is as heightened as the skyscrapers with emotions as deep as the subways.
This is where superlative meets super-low-tives.
This is where Broadway meets Bedbugs.
This is where Manhood meets Manhattan.
Fuck. You. Bloomberg.
7 Train: To Grandmother's House We Go.
- Mother of the Stereotypical Nuclear Family: (to her 3 children) We are all gonna go with Grandma, and have fun. You like her big house, remember? We can go swimming in her pool. Won't that be fun?
- Homeless man: I WANNA COME TOO TO GRANDMA'S! BRING ME!
- ~Awkward silence~
- Grandma: You're drunk.
NYC, your hate offers me such irony.
*A ManhoodManhattan [Collaborative] Original
Almost every New Yorker has heard a volunteer on their train making an announcement for the Homeless Assistance organization which apparently offers food, shelter, showers, and more to those in need in all 5 boros.
— However, this was far too much to behold for one homeless woman…
[Hence, this audio clip ensues.]
You have to be kidding me. Get it together New York.
Sitting in Central Park on my lunch break watching the sunlight glisten not only off the pond, but also off the half naked bodies laying on the fresh grass - patiently awaiting their skin cancer.
O. This shirtless dude next to me looks familiar.
…wait.
THAT IS ONE OF MY MANAGERS!
Sitting in Central Park on my lunch break, watching the sunlight glisten not only off the pond but also off the half naked bodies laying on the fresh grass, waiting for their skin cancer.
Running in Central Park, screaming, watching the sunlight glisten off the blood pouring from my eyes, waiting for the wind to speed up my body’s clotting process.
- Nevermind, jumping off the highest chunk of bedrock…
Cruel, Cruel, world.
“I wanted to stand in vigil as a Muslim who just last summer reminded Americans – insisting that Park 51 move “out of sensitivity for 9/11 victims” – that Muslims were also its victims.…
So it was a shock to find hundreds of others had turned that hallowed ground into the scene of a home crowd celebrating an away victory they hadn’t attended, the roots of which they were probably not there to experience or were too young to remember.”
I refuse to eat at anything other than a trusty looking established A.
As if what is already IN our food is not enough…
Found!
When NYC started handing out A,B,C letter grades for restaurants, I was sure I’d never actually see a ‘C.’ Reason: You’re allowed to appeal your grade (That’s what all those “evaluation pending” signs are) and I was sure people would just keep appealing until they got up to at least a ‘B’.
How wrong I was…
Someone with better eyes than mine might be able to make out the restaurant name on the bottom.
He’s late! He’s late! For a very important date!
(N Train, Prince Street)
![Artist: Christian Schoeler
Title: Untitled #006
Location: Ana Christine Gallery, Chelsea
I attended the opening of Portraits of Ambiguity this past Thursday and stumbled upon this 27.5x19.5 inch expression in mixed media/oil on canvas, which I believe to be stunning.
As I soaked in the “ambiguity” of the piece, the two gentlemen, who looked as though they had stepped out of the webpages of The Sartorialist, asked through their snickers “Was it hard to model for this?”
- 1 [vapid] realization later -
Has my insatiable self-absorption finally absorbed itself?
I could not possibly want to hang this above my bed… could I?
3 Sauvagon Blancs later I was still staring…](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljh455kteS1qeosbto1_500.jpg)
Artist: Christian Schoeler
Title: Untitled #006
Location: Ana Christine Gallery, Chelsea
I attended the opening of Portraits of Ambiguity this past Thursday and stumbled upon this 27.5x19.5 inch expression in mixed media/oil on canvas, which I believe to be stunning.
As I soaked in the “ambiguity” of the piece, the two gentlemen, who looked as though they had stepped out of the webpages of The Sartorialist, asked through their snickers “Was it hard to model for this?”
- 1 [vapid] realization later -
Has my insatiable self-absorption finally absorbed itself?
I could not possibly want to hang this above my bed… could I?
3 Sauvagon Blancs later I was still staring…
EXCERPT: “Why, then, do we put up with the indignities of the city? Why do we accept the failing schools and overpriced apartments, the bedbugs and the traffic?
In essence, they arrive at the sensible conclusion that cities are valuable because they facilitate human interactions, as people crammed into a few square miles exchange ideas and start collaborations. ‘If you ask people why they move to the city, they always give the same reasons, they’ve come to get a job or follow their friends or to be at the center of a scene. That’s why we pay the high rent. Cities are all about the people, not the infrastructure.’ “
Street Singer: 42nd [A,C,E Downtown Station]
3.30.2011 - 10:55PM
K-Ci & JoJo - All My Life
Highly enjoyable. Performed with a keyboard slung around his back - keytar style.
