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Are for adults, didn’t you know? I have a strange fixation with playgrounds. They’re always so colorful, and I do love to take a ride on the swings. You know, at amusement parks and fairs, how they always have rides that spin you around crazy-like? Those are my favorite. When I was younger, some of my fondest memories were my father spinning my brothers and [...]
From my old place of residence, circa 2007.
The view from my old place of residence, circa [...] Central Park in the sunshine.
Pink coats and red hair.
Central Park West
Plaid and Picnics.
Double Denim
Pink Cropped Cardi’s and Denim Skinnies
Stroller Shade for babes.
Look like tiny ants from heeeyah!!!
Never failed anybody’s wardrobe.
Neither did hot pink hair or a little falafel.
A slice a day keeps the doctor away. The Solomon R. . . .
R. Guggen . . .
Genheim . . .
Ashes to Ashes a la Guggenheim.
I am trying to keep my eyes open. The buses are chugging by. The cars, too. Men on the street in tennis shoes and blazers are walking briskly. Women in spiked-heels are not yet stumbling in pain, as its only noon. People chat idly or hurriedly on the payphone. Bikes ride the messengers, who’ve an abundance of sweat pouring down their foreheads on a day like this. I am trying [...] The Sun is shining. The temperature is mild. Manhattan is tentatively cluthing it’s hearts, more than ready to declare it Spring after a season of snow and storms. But- because there’s always a but- just this weekend there was a storm of Epic proportions that felled trees and power lines. It’s hard to believe, on such a beautiful day as this, that storms could be on the horizon. [...] Walking down Lexington Avenue, just Lex for short, a poorly dressed woman behind me stated to her poorly dressed man _____ (insert friend or lover here): “Well, it looks like jumpers are in again,” after she glanced and gestured inside the windows of Sephora. Sephora is a make-up place, and try as I might, I could not find any evidence within the window display to suggest that jumpers, rompers, or any manner of onesies [...] Thank you, Lower West Side, for the pick me up Saturday morning.
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