The platonic ideal of glamour, marred by an ominous darkness at the top of the frame.
Jarvis in the spotlight, writhing against a beige curtain for the crowd.
The upper balcony crowd at the Beacon Theater on the Upper West Side of NYC. Magnetic Fields show, April 4th, 2012.
This tree has managed to survive unperturbed in McCarren Park, despite all the hipster dudes wandering about dressed as lumberjacks. “Drat”, they are often overheard to say. “If only I had my axe, instead of this copy of last week’s New Yorker”.
Here’s what’s on Houston now. Here’s how it looks at night.
Starry night on Atlantic Avenue…
The hand means stop. The ghost means go.
In Japan, men are traditionally more reticent than women in expressing their love. So to overcome their shyness, many have lately started participating in public “Love Shouting” events, where they step up to a microphone and scream at the top of their lungs that which they have trouble telling their sweethearts in private. They even get hugging lessons. It’s cathartic for the participants; hugely entertaining for the rest of us.
In a world of funny changes.
Pugs re-enact the Super Bowl really really well.
