the slow yet definitive transition towards...
this morning, i was having a conversation with paola antonelli, senior curator at moma… this afternoon, i was being padded down by the NYPD outside the midtown tunnel.
checking the mail
late this afternoon, i ascended the front steps of our brownstone, then unlocked the front door to let myself into the foyer on the parlor floor. at the end of the long hallway, i caught a brief glimpse of something white, which quickly disappeared around a corner. concerned that there might be an intruder, i paused, then called out. “hello?…. hello?” i heard a faint...
my downstairs neighbor is an older sicilian american, originally from the town of pozzallo. quite irascible, he is often seen shuffling around the building in his white wife-beater tank top, white shorts, and slippers. a paranoid man who seems to bear a grievance for everyone in the neighborhood, he has a tendency to employ unusual expressions and pseudo-proverbs, such as “why keep the...
listening to "Underworld - Rez/ Cowgirl" →
@hustlerofculture: “This is the kind of song that marks milestones in young people’s lives.”