Saturday night watching my ‘Cuse kick some b’ball ass. This calls for a frosty malt beverage in my trusty metal DU mug. Dikaia Upotheke.
Well hello there Mr. Chimney Rock. Thank you. And a very happy Valentine’s Day to you too sir. (at Victor’s Vinotemp)
Snow on the fire escapes in the West Village.
“All-terrain” Maya sporting her new wheels.
A wall of Stephen Weiss art at the Donna Karen Weiss Gallery.
Our sweet Maya turned 3 years old on Dec 18th. I’ll spare you all the party hat pics (yes, mommy & daddy are crazy).
The 1933, 70 floor, 872 ft Art Deco masterpiece… 30 Rockefeller Plaza.
The ole “arm out the window of my cab” shot while headed down 7th Ave.
Drive-by shot of Chelsea Hotel via my speeding cab.
Looking east from my west village apt, moments after the blackout on Monday night during Sandy. The glow is from the still illuminated midtown skyscrapers reflecting off the rain clouds.
Dining by flashlight sounds a lot more romantic than it is in reality. In fact, it doesn’t even sound romantic.
Moments before the lights went out on Monday at 6pm, we cracked this fine 2007 Stags Leap Cab. It remains the best thing that has happened since.
The Sandy surge has started to crest the Christopher Street pier. A couple of strong gusts turned our greyhound into a seagull. Time to go ;)
The view north tonight from high above the city in One Fifth Avenue. Happy b’day LP!