tgif!

you gotta be good, you gotta be strong, you gotta be two thousand places at once

a lot of things happened.



i went to see cheeseburger in brooklyn. they were great.



i ran into manu.



and seva.



at first it started sprinkling.



then it started pouring. then the power went out - so the band's set was over. we all went into greenpoint tavern and started drinking - giant "big gulp" style beers for $3.50!





tommy hung out.



tommy' s arm.



tommy's leg.



tommy's back.





friday - congee village.



zipang is sparkling sake. not recommended.



saturday - party in room 707 at the bowery hotel.







cherry got back.
















the terrace next door has a hot tub???





look, i know it's crazy, but i can't be in a bathroom and not have a photoshoot with myself. i mean seriously.








later i went to a sweaty dirty dance loft party on canal street.



i still had connect 4 in my bag from the hotel room party so i brought it out. people get super intense about connect 4, this guy was beating people left and right. but workhorse tore him down.















some blond kid is telling me "you're so beautiful" and trying to kiss me when this chick comes over and drags him away and starts yelling at him in swedish. he comes back to me and says "sorry, my sister says we have to leave now."

track of the day: two thousand places - the polyphonic spree

april showers, hair flowers.

ah, new york shitty! april showers, hair flowers.

friday i found myself in the boiler room, where sometime ago i made out with a guy in front of a sign for a scavenger hunt. my brother and close friends photographed this event.

anyway, friday. hrh and i were ready to leave but hadn't finished our drinks - so we snuck them out, went to a deli and poured them into coffee cups.



hewley had a vodka and soda.



i had a gin and tonic.



boycott money? good luck with that.

we arrived at mr. black, where the boys were pushy and the music was fun. i met "the ass", who served me a free kamikaze shot and then had me photographed next to his posterior. michael musto did the same, later.















window shopping late night...



saturday was a lovely day to wake up and bike around the neighborhood...





this is how you know it's spring: a tiny pigeon egg fell out of an abandoned building down the street. poor kid never had a chance.











i'm not saying the dead pigeon was a sign, but i biked to caravan and bought the necklace i'd had my eye on since december...



track of the day: richard cheese - creep (radiohead cover)

{i wish i was special
you're so fucking special
but i'm a creep
i'm a weirdo}