every so often i lose my 'joie de vivre' for new york. like now. when this happens i want to run not walk, so far, from this place i call home. most of the time the quick fix is to book a trip and get out of dodge for a spell. these days it's the long term solution that i ponder most. a decision i'll need to make at some point. but for now i'll suck it up and suffer through another summer in the greatest city in the world {besides paris, that is}.

happy birthday weegee //

i've been on a netflix kick lately, mostly Robert Altman and Francois Truffaut and my latest fav film pick.

i do do new england weddings. i will be retreating to a magical place, just a stone's throw from cape cod this weekend. not sure why i didn't turn this into a mini vacation in the planning stages. see you on the other side.

// xx

...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. ~joan didion

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