words around Brooklyn.

Yesterday, I spent the day writing in a couple of my favorite Brooklyn neighborhoods...Park Slope, Carroll Gardens, Bushwick and Billyburg. I love my borough. How did you spend your Saturday?

my brother got hitched...part deux.

I'm still in Ohio visiting family, but had to update all the awesomeness that happened this weekend. Besides celebrating with family I am also trying to soak in all the Ohioness I can which means, great thrift stores, garage sales, time with my mom, seeing one of my college roommates, getting my hair did at JR's, grilling out, roadside farm stands and of course getting a hard time from my brother. Gotta love home.

Hope your weekend was equally spectacular

getting to the land where mustaches aren't ironic.

Made the trek from Brooklyn to Suburbia (aka Ohio) today and found myself thoroughly amused with airport life and the rhythm of writing on the go - its so different from sitting at a desk or at a coffee shop. I think being forced to physically change spaces or write in *much smaller spaces than I'm used to really did something for me.
Note.

To.

Self.

That said, check out the mustache on that cop!! Riiiight?!!! Toto, we're not in Williamsburg anymore. Also, if the 'stache wasn't enough that kung-fu grip on the license comes in close second for being best thing I saw today besides my Mom.
Ahh...the bliss of being back in Ohio.

<3 it.

awesomer...now a part of the English language.

Took a walk through my city, cawfee in hand, computer in bag to an interview.
Afterwards, I ducked into a movie theater to avoid the rain, and indulged my inner nerd to a little Harry Potter, and a walk through my old hood before heading home to work on a new freelance assignment. A quiet, but good rainy sorta day.

Also on my daily surfing of YouTube, I found this video - awesome idea, awesomer editing. And yes, awesomer is a word-cuz I said so.

gallery sweet gallery.

me & Einav

Einav's AWEsome photos

my stuff.

Some random other art I was digging...aren't those colors great?

obligatory photo in front of your own work...hi Mom!

The gallery show was all that and a bag of chips. (yes, I just said that)
And, it was HOT.
Literally.

The gallery's air conditioning broke a few hours before the show...so with all the wonderful art and smiles, and glasses of wine, and congratulations and friends upon friends that showed up to show their support - we were also graced with a lovely humid evening, the likes of which we haven't seen all summer.

But, even with the heat it was an evening to remember...so, if you showed up, or sent virtual love...thank you again!
xx.

partaking in Sunday Funday.

Sunday...also referred to as my favorite day to finish projects, sip on cawfee with the NY Times, hang out with my crazy friends in the park with beverages and catch up on my people watching - very, VERY important inspiration, ya know.

Also, I'm totally digging these illustrations of cawfee shops around the BK.

drawings and words, and the like.

So my upcoming gallery showing includes my pen and ink drawings with, wait for it...shorthand.
I love shorthand is like the graphic equivalent of a dying language like Latin. Unlike Latin, however, we haven't inscribed shorthand into the marble in our courthouses, so sadly it is becoming completely lost. I was lucky enough to find a Pitmans Shorthand dictionary by chance last summer in a pile of books John Jay H.S. in Park Slope was giving away for free, and it has become a prized possession. Its featured right there, in that second photo. It has the most wonderful old smell and I love how graphic a simple word like flock can be. Only one more day till the show opens!

w00t.

Attention...you're reading this and that's awesome.

Midtown.
You did me right, yesterday.
Had a meeting uptown where my awesome copywriting friend, Jon, works. And, then later in the evening I met up with all of my usual suspects to partake in the NYC Philharmonic's show in Central Park. There was wine, there were Cool Ranch Doritos (!), sushi (!!), more wine, and my notebook filled with the horrible slash awesome things my friends were saying. So much inspiration all in one evening.

Also, Bernadette sent over some eye candy this am, and I am smitten!

oh hey Queens...how you do?

Went to Queens the other day to drop off stuff for the gallery show and was totally enamored at how AWESOME Queens is. Umm...that taxiacademy sign - could that be any better? To quote Liz Lemon, "I want to go to there" - NOW.
!!

Up.

Had a meeting up in Harlem yesterday and took myself for a little walk beforehand. I'm always so pleased at how great things look overhead - isn't it silly that we hardly ever look up? ? I encourage you to do it - you'd be surprised what kind of gems are waiting for you up there.

Srsly.

writing, dancing, segaing - what its a word! I swear.

I eased myself back into the "trying to find a job" routine with a little sega this morning and jesus - that shit is so good. I don't care what anyone says I'm totally smitten with the 90s graphics and sound. And how I ask you can I barely remember to send my rent in on time when I can still remember where all the extra lives are hidden?!
Srsly.
Anyways, I hope your 4th was full of fireworks, sun and a cold beer - mine was full of all of the above plus one atlantic ocean and a sea of my friends.
Yesterday, I hung out with my friend Einav, took these photos, sipped on cawfee, wrote lots on my laptop, updated my site with this new gem, sipped more cawfee, got a 40 in the park and concepted, nibbled on sushi, ran into random ad folks on the sidewalk (running into peeps on the street is one of my FAVORITE aspects of NYC), then scampered home to draw and plot for something I'll share here in a few days.
Rar...ok, back to our regularly scheduled programming....dancing and writing to this:

beautifully bleeding felt.

When I saw these beauties on Broadway this morning, I about lost my SHIT. These heads make my brain spin off into beautifully grim tales of sweet creatures with charismatically demonic personalities. I want to visit their world, even if the risk of coming out looking like them is high. Don't you?
Whoever made these, made my day.