Today Meghan told me Air Force One flew over our apartment. It was kind of cold, today. Nice. Chilly and sunny. It's what us Floridians want: different than hot.
I should have scanned in the rest of my photos from Oregon and Seattle, but I haven't yet because nothing says a new semester has started than saying. "What is a way I can do this sitting down?"
It's also the beginning of fashion week. I saw fashiony people with fashiony fashions on and it was far away from Groveland and I laughed to myself. New York is a weird ass place where people costume themselves and don't look at you unless you yourself are costumed. Or have a camera. Yeah, yeah. I'm secretly jealous. I can hol' a costume? Couture for the Poor? Damn.
What else? I ate Chickpea in St. Marks with Brendan, Justin and Jules. We saw the beams of light for the September 11th five year memorial. Someone hook me up with a satellite picture of that, please. I'm curious.
I have my first critique tomorrow in location photography. My teacher works for W magazine and that's pretty much the best and worst thing ever.
This thing, ladies and gents, is not a euphoria inducing device:
Also known as a model SB-600 according to a search in Google Images.
Hmm.
6 comments:
Ikea is more fabulous than amazing, and if I see that guy again he's getting his face cut.
i like how you remembered the quote better than i did.
i am into that bra that babe is wearing
Meghan migh have been wrong about Air Force One. But they were certianly serious looking crafts.
hahahha. dammit meghan! i was telling people all over town about that. now i'm a liar!
i think thatttttt emilllyyyy....youuuuu are hot
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