On and On

Here's another one of those entries where I have nothing in particular to say, and distract you from the fact that I'm not being particularly entertaining by showing you some of my favorite recent pictures.

Clever, no?

On Memorial Day I came back from Philadelphia to spend my days off in the city, and Topher and I hung out with the delightful Christine. I forced both of them to pose for me on the Christopher Street Pier (otherwise known as "The Gay Beach"). Hence the shot to the left and the voyeuristic shot to the right. I couldn't let that one pass by.

We had, by the way, a delightful dinner at a former speak-easy called Chumley's. Highly recommended if you're in New York for a visit and want to check out a cool place. Or if you're actually living in New York and want a place to take visitors. Good luck finding it, though.

I took a lot of photographs in Philadelphia, considering that I didn't have a lot of spare time there. Most of my down time was spent coming back to New York to get in some hours at The Velvet Prison™, so that working in the theater for a couple weeks wouldn't completely bankrupt me.

I found myself staring up at the sky a lot in Philly. When it wasn't raining, that is. Hence the series of photos of skylines. I find myself, lately, really being drawn by images with really strong perspectives in them. An indication, perhaps, that I'm seeking a straight and easy path to my goals?

Or maybe it just means that I like perspective shots. One never knows.

In any case, I especially like this one I caught of the alley behind the theater during the tremendous downpour we had on June 2nd. Cuh-razy. I got soaked through, even though I was wearing my rain slicker. Thankfully, my messenger bag from Timbuk2 repelled the evil rain. For a while, I seriously feared for my camera, which was packed away in there. Yeesh.

Anyway. Philly wasn't all work and no play. I did get to go to the theater shop crew's party the night of the thunderstorm. It was at the party that I was introduced to this beauty, Molly. She consented to letting me take her picture, even though I'm told she doesn't generally suffer the paparazzi to come near her.