Sunday, February 14, 2010

When the stars make you drool

 
just like pasta fagioli....that's amore.


and now that V-day is over, February officially goes back to being the worst month. 12/12. bottom. shortest. woof. If February  was a kid who went to my middle school, no doubt, it would have said "Feb Sucks" in white out on the gym bleechers.  Good thing Johnny's bar is close by and warm, the two stools near the window are always free, and they don't mind you getting your skin grease all over their glass...in fact, they encourage it.




Nusch Eluard As The Queen of Clubs 

On a separate note, I went to the ICP this weekend and saw some great photos by Man Ray and André Kertész I hadn't seen before, among others. There were also these great collages by Ray that were pretty sweet. 

Then in the subway today, I saw a post-post-modern version of this....
I call it....Rupaul as DoubléChin





*thnx es for taking photos with your iphone when i ask you to :)

1 comment:

  1. i'll have some of your pasta fagioli.

    i read once in a magazine;

    "you want to have a party and not invite february"

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