(the posts are displayed in chronological order, from oldest to newest)
west broadway and grand street, last week
crosby and bleecker
update (because of the irony factor) the fake/barely there ad mooning at the hoodies/real one:
(houston and mott)
the-shining-ish (spring and bowery)
soooooooooooooo anyway, i had a fun time with aloha at sweet and vicious last night, i saw a girl who works at details (friend of aloha’s), she said after 6 months there she is ready to leave. At some point there were people behind us speaking french, and i was so curious to listen, and so happy to hear french! i feel like i really miss it (i used to live in Paris when i was a teenager). Then we all went to a super lame scary party in the lower E fucking S, with all retarded people, playing the Billboard’s Hot 100 songs (but from 2004)… we danced a bit though, aloha had fun, lots of guys came up and tried to dance against her ass. it’s fucking stupid to think you’ll get a girl doing that move. then we decided we were both hungry, we walked 1 block to get pizza, took a cab. aloha called ingrid to see what she was doing, she was like (over the phone) “we have tons, it’s like scarface over here.” we didn’t go, we were both sleepy. the taxi driver was horrible, he fell asleep 2 times and then made us feel guilty for telling him to be careful.
Terry Richardson, The Face magazine, 2001