indian summer

i may be the only person not quite ready for fall

my beautiful baby friends

amaya and damani

puppy party!

meet lizzie! i'm already in skype love..

a visit to new york

While Nikolai gallivanted in the former Soviet Union, I took a little trip down to New York.

And wow. I love Brooklyn.

My friend Katie and her boyfriend Sean were amazing hosts, especially considering my spur of the moment arrival. I had a wonderful evening hanging out on their roof, looking at Manhattan, and making our way to the neighboring roof party, and hearing about Kurt Vonnegut as a family man.

Unfortunately, I can't post a lot of my favorite photos of the trip, but I was lucky enough to tour what I am completely positive is the most interesting theatrical set in New York, if not the country.

But I am always able to post pictures of the beautiful Prospect Park Swans.

I honestly had no idea how beautiful and livable Brooklyn is. Relative to Manhattan, which is not a very high bar. I started thinking about if I could do it, though I am really not sure I could. I think Beijing may have ruined big cities for me, alas.

Below, a picture of a pretty pretty vintage dress that was most definitely way too small, but I couldn't help but photograph.

...And back to the real stuff! Arriving the day after gay marriage passed and during pride weekend was such a joy! Everyone was in a wonderful mood.

New York city was as lovable and cuddly as I have ever seen it. I guess they have gone soft!

All in all, the take home lesson is- I need to take the Bolt Bus more often!

the arrival of the stanley cup.

It is always a shock to be innocently out and about and come upon shirtless drunk and screaming masses, but not in a bad way. I love anarchy and collective joy, and I think its easier to appreciate as an outsider, without the self consciousness of a true believer.

Suffice to say, Boston is now home to the Stanley Cup. And South Boston was out in force.

There is truly nothing like seeing the man love of a several day old sports victory. Everywhere we went, men waved there shirts, looked into each others eyes and let out a primal scream. Beautiful.

This doesn't need any description. There is nothing I can add. I will tell you it is an ambulance, your heart will tell you the rest.

You know its a good day in Boston when at least 10% of the population are cops (who received a lot of irish man to irish man love, by the way)

... and 5% are walking talking bear surprises.

Anyway, eventually we ran out of Bruins fans, met a man who painted Stephen Colbert's face on the sofa and brought it to the street, and had our photos taken for his blog. Maybe you can find it if you care to. I won't hold your hand, you know how to use the internet.

the best that dancing can get

ME AT NINE, PERFORMING TO MADONNA IN SUMMER '91! from Robert Jeffrey on Vimeo.

From the Hairpin. I can just watch this on repeat..



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