This is one of my fav vantage points from the top of the Empire State Building. I shot this one.
*tip: play these together for less boredom.
That was like sick yo (if you actually did it).
There is so much to see and look at from up there I didn’t notice this strip of cars and white light til just before we left, we watched the sunrise turn to night and it was like a Hollywood reminiscent kinda feeling. Quite magical.
There’s a funny story about a fight we had with a guy on our way down. For later for later
Hey hey hey. So. My laptop is on the fritz, it works when it wants to work (kinda like me I guess haha sigh) and that in and of itself is uber muchos depressing enough but also my bf is gone and I won’t see him for a month depending on when we crack and prob get a flight ticket sooner who knows but it feels like a mega vortex of boring and sadness and not so badness but also mostly exhaustion and there’s other shit but whatever, I don’t think people really truly fully express themselves on the internet anymore and TMI isn’t the way I like to go about it I try to be all nimble and swift in my mysterious nature.
Just got off the phone with him, it’s like an endorphin injection. Actually still on phone trying to splice time at the mo and do both things. Our time zone difference is also hard. When I’m going to sleep he is waking up, or napping like right now we didn’t speak all day, it’s stressful?
Music is helpful at times like these but it’s just been real quiet what with my jammin youtube source taking a dirt nap. But now we’re back in action it’s fine til the next big catastrophe. I blame Breaking Bad. We went on a marathon. Netflix benders I’ve read about before.
Ok FTS I’m going to upload some NYC now. Peace brb I’m uploading a SICK video from the top of the Empire State building right now. I guess this is just to say hi I’m back TGIF.
Poor Iggy. He’s depressed. My mom says that so bf and I mimic her every time we look at the Iguana.
Hanging with kids. They asked to photograph my tats.
My cuz’s kids are fun, loved me, ratted on me smoking to Nana after having my back. Funny. We let them loose with our cameras.
After this I got sick and have been MIA pretty much all week.
Mom puts up all the eccentric ones.
I also learned I have shin splints too wtf getting old sucks.
We were singing happy birthday to papa and he was tuning us out (can’t hear anyway) checking his numbers. Lol.
Vic is so beautiful. Okay that’s it for t-giving for today, got tings to do. I’m working on a lot of writing We had t-giving the day before at my aunt’s which was super fun too.
Hey pals, I caught a cold or something so I’ve been in the me-vortex the last two days, more so than usual lol. Hope you had a nice T-Giving and holy it’s already Wednesday. Read my thing if you haven’t yet already. More of the regular tomorrow. xo yo
Thought I’d give y’all a break from the New York shit. Here’s some graf/shoe porn Toronto style in trade. Keep’er real.
It takes my breath away to see some of these ones, from the glam leading film lady stars of course, to know that they were truly worn in movies I’ve seen. I also have a Judy Garland thing.
Marilyn too obvs. Both girl’s lives ended in tragedy. Hmm. Liz Taylor didn’t exactly end harmoniously. Don’t speak ill of the dead though.
Shoes are such an intimate thing and yet so, seen. They tell stories about humanity, the time that we spent here on earth who we are and what we did and who we want to be. That’s what I think.
And some got a lotta stories to tell.
Shantell’s work is all over the front of the building of the Bata Shoe Museum right now. Looks tight.
One of the first pairs of sneakers there ever was. Tiny.
Converse galoshes from 1910 talk about diversifying your expertise yeah.
