Monday, February 18, 2008

A Case Of The Sundays:

I am wearing sweatpants and cowboy boots. I have not done laundry since I have been back from New York. Things are getting desperate.

I am writing the great Canadian novel. Or touching up a tired fashion article.

Last night's stamps have not been washed off my wrist, but I have ate breakfast. Things will be O.K. Here is the intro:

There is a line of luxury cars along 6th Ave. at 41st Street. Every minute or so a limo, taxi or SUV pulls up and the small crowd of photographers perk up their heads hopefully, waiting as the driver opens his door and runs around to let the passenger out.

Then as the door cracks the photographers shoulders slump disappointedly as yet another well dressed nobody steps out and struts up the stairs towards the overbearing white tents that fill Bryant Park.

Full article on Muted Magazine when finished, next edition.

Get some sleep,


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Do you ever feel like no matter how hard you try, you're always pissing the bed?

Much love to Anthony Goicolea. If you get a chance check out The Monte Clarke Gallery. They often display his work, and I may be writing a profile on them for Muted Magazine. Also check out his website. It has his photography, which is amazing.

More sleep is needed before my alarm goes off. Cheers,