Runts

Beats, under the melody. That’s New York City, it has a pulse under a rolling, chaotic sound. Not everyone hears it, but I did.  I was waiting for the F or M train, I’ve forgotten which exactly but it was definitely one of the orange ones. It was crowded on the platform, in addition to […]

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The Colour Hipster

Before I moved to New York City, I didn’t know what a hipster was. I was moving there after graduating from university in Oxfordshire; the corduroy, savant, lord this & that Mecca of the earth. I was used to delicious rowing gods and socially inept geniuses. Hipsters? Pardon? I obviously wasn’t prepared, I’d never heard […]

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The Bridge

“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” ~ F.S.F. I know I’ve written about this before, but i miss New York. I miss it like a dead loved one, i miss it […]

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Hey Stella

  Hey Stellaaaaaaa!…We all know that roar from a whiskey soaked Marlon Brando. I always wondered if in that moment, he was thinking of the woman who taught him everything he knew, who cultivated the raw talent within the young squire, the true namesake of the moment; Stella Adler. She was my teacher as well, […]

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A Grumpy Beginning

“The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love with no intention of loving her.”  This picture is of Cafe Grumpy in Chelsea, it’s funny how ironic serendipity can be; because grumpiness was a definite composite of the relationship that began here. An indication that the “grand scheme of things” was tapping me […]

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Italians Do it Better

I miss my little Italian. I think I started this blog as a way to work through my losses and to also acknowledge the gains as they come, which they will. Faith, I’m learning is obligatory to self-improvement. So I must have faith, full stop. Back to my bambino; he’s an Italian greyhound born and […]

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