Recently I’ve made a few short trips back to New York.
Vaping: still in.
Neck tattoos on mannequins: still in.
Fixed gears: still in.
Curry Row: still there. Not sure why we were always Panna II people, as I’ve met people who always opted for Milon instead. And has anyone been to the downstairs spots?
I was surprised to see UFO and seemingly Sace!? on this East Village-based delivery truck. I’m not super up on NYC graffiti, but if that really is a Sace piece (the late artist, Dash Snow), then it’s at least 7+ years old, or is a tribute? Or maybe I’m failing at reading it.
There’s still room to grow on the east side of Manhattan, surprisingly. This is the site of a former Con Edison plant, and here’s a Times piece about it from 3 years ago.
Meanwhile, back in Philadelphia.
The legendary Dan Deacon performed in my studio’s building last night.
Careful out there.
Off the shore of Cemetery Beach.
I saw a few French Grunts while snorkeling near Rum Point.
Until next time.
I’d say that I really like tropical places, but there probably aren’t many people who would say they don’t like tropical places, so I suppose it goes without saying. Grand Cayman is one of the prettier places I’ve had a chance to visit.
I can never get enough palm trees.
It’s weird when you look around, and you see stock photography desktop backgrounds.
Lots of chickens on the island.
And big iguanas.
To be continued.
Winter in Philadelphia.
The preferred method of transport in these times.
Philadelphia does have cozy public restrooms if you know how to find them.
Recently a few friends and I decided to see what there was to explore around Port Richmond / Kensington. DLISH was in town, so we headed out to the waterfront, two skaters joined us.
But we were more interested in seeing what was going on with those partially-abandoned tracks that cut through the heart of Kensington — over Aramingo and the other North-South arterial streets.
After a pit stop, we noticed that things were getting a bit iffy.
At this point we were in the territory of a few different groups, who made it very clear, very quickly, that we needed to get out.
The quickest way out was up. Even in the middle of the day in winter, I wouldn’t suggest this area for wandering around.
Every year I’m sad to see summer go. This year was no exception.
Visits to Boston.
A new roof deck.
And this guy.
A good, old-fashioned beach trip.
“FOOTLONGSNA CHO / CHICKEN FLET S B / FUNNEL CAKE P IZ Z”
Hot tub waterproof uno.
Welcoming neighbors in Philadelphia.
I think I found my grandparents’ old car. Not fooling too many people with the faded inkjet “PHILADELPHIA POLICE” print in the window.
After seven years, we returned to the Howard Johnson on Afton Mountain in Virginia, this time after my cousin Jean’s wedding nearby.
Nature and weather (and fire) are slowly eating away at the place, but I was surprised that it wasn’t so different from back in 2008.
This Princess Tree had already started growing back in 2008.
Unrelated, this is a former candy store and restaurant near a truck stop off the highway.