Remember when I used to post iPhone pictures from my life about once a week? I did it for awhile before I seriously pondered whether I was cool enough to subject the masses to it. A bag of potatoes would roll its eyes - all of them - at some of the things I photograph.
Well, I’m putting you through it all again. Why? Because there’s always some pervert who wants to see the ugly shirt I didn’t buy at the thrift store. Hey pervert, enjoy:
I got my hair did last week. The colorist was the best. We talked about gay bars in New York and why some women are catty. Also, solved world hunger.
I found myself on the Staten Island ferry recently. It was serene in an “I can’t feel my toes! I took a damn picture. Can we go inside now?” sort of way.
Unlike its sisters emblazoned with “Hottie” or some such thing that’s often not true of the person wearing the shirt, this shirt is designed to let the world know that the wearer… Talks to people? Is not afraid to make eye contact or speak above a whisper?
I see this kooky guy on the subway sometimes when I’m on my way to tutoring. He’s always wearing those magnifying jeweler’s glasses. I’m not sure if he has vision problems, is a fashionista, or just hopes to advertise his services. He reminds me of my dad.
This spoofy truck was parked on Lenox Avenue in Harlem. I may have lost street cred when I took a picture, but that’s aight.
Yesterday 8:05pm in Germany I went through my iPhone pics, showed some in my blog and thought about whether this documentation of my life is weird or not. Glad I found you.
Greets from
a pervert in Germany