I know how much you guys love pics, and I've been rather busy this past week. That said, here are a few to get you through your Monday morning coffee.
Unrelated: I spent Mother's Day with La Madre, who is a big fan of this blog. (That's why I gotta keep it clean, kids.) She was looking at some pics and the following exchange occurred:
La Madre: Pauliney! I'm looking at these pictures, and you have bags under eyes in so many.
Me, stating the obvious: Maybe I was tired.
Last weekend, when it was rainy and cold, TR and I headed over to the MOMA. There's all sorts of nonsense in there, including a room that has a prism that throws rainbows against the wall. (Insert Radiohead reference here.) It allowed me to create my emo album cover.
Liner notes.
Self-portrait in a room of mirrors.
Take two.
Glamour shot. I took it myself.
Hillary and I, last Friday night after a large Italian meal.
Have you seen this cellist on the corner of Bleeker and West 10th Street? On nice nights he creates the perfect ambiance. And free of charge, but you really should tip him.
Skunk skin for sale at a flea market in Chelsea.
Why do we have to remind kids to play outside? Furthermore, is Shrek, a cartoon character that one has to watch inside and while sitting down, the best moniker for a physical fitness campaign?
