It was posted by a business so I will assume yes without checking Google

I think they might actually be origami cranes but for reals they look like flying brontosauruses (brontosauri?)

The early stages of XMAS tree sellers taking over the sidewalks of NYC

I managed to notice this — it happened and was gone in the span of a minute. Magic I tell you!

A converted Winnebago-type vehicle with a price list in the window and everything. It was closed when I found it so no news on how creepy it looks inside…

Another one! I fucking love these finds

Motherfucker fell asleep on me while I was trying to capture his very chic and practical scarf

Or, Daily Shit Image Of Daily Life?

The amazing greenage in the middle is actually one plant that is leaning over two empty pots which once contained other, living plants…

I always knew the mannequins take the clothes off when everyone leaves

So subtle and yet so many people didn’t sit here because of it

Yankee team hard spot

A fire on the tracks so big the entire train filled with awful chemical smelling smoke, good times!

Actually I agree with this statement though surely not as the sign maker or poster intended… but of course, we need to start anew if we wish to do anything great, and much like our actual physical births, that shit takes pain and discomfort and a lot of screaming

These railings made my day

Why? Why this paper? From what? Why leave it? And where can I get more?

Is that a chopstick askew? Why yes, that’s the thingy I scratch my back with and it lives in a big bowl of doodads on my coffee table

Just a chill scene

And the former staff of Deadspin and Splinter and the old Gawker and on and on. Heroes are among us everywhere

Google Deadspin if you have no idea what I’m referring to or have not kept up with the [DAILY SHIT] Blurbs of the last two days. And then visit the URLs in this screenshot.

And also the poor fool who will slip and fall on this shit

Also I don’t agree. But again the fucking spelling

Hold on to someone same same but different

Roommate’s costume turned out surprisingly well!

My hirsute roommate is dressing as a bearded lady for Halloween at his job. This is the first draft of said costume, my caftan, recently rejected.

I wrote a piece for The Temper and they want a horizontal pic (the full image is horizontal obvs). Anyway, I don’t take pics of myself so yesterday I spent a chunk of time taking awful pic after awful pic with the self timer on my iPhone. Eventually I got three images I dug.

No new couch :( After much struggle and stress, I had to reject the delivery of a beautiful fresh sofa. May attempt again later with a smaller version

My new sofa is minutes away! And assuming it fits up the stairs and into my apartment, I have this vintage beauty to sell to a lucky new owner. Interested?? hello@graphicpaint.com

What I’m focused on seeing now that I’ve been disappointed by the movie Parasite…

Sometimes I think about dating and then I see things like this

But the focus just isn’t right and especially difficult to shoot in total darkness, anyway!

Came upon this scene outside of Washington Square Park last night; there were two other bunnies off to the left. Why?

And this pic still doesn’t capture the scene yesterday which was really something…

The presence of sticks is what gives me pause; the scene shifts from food spillage or proof of someone’s sickness to some sort of earthy art installation. Is that dirt? Clay? What the hell am I really looking at?

And I would have bought this thrift store beauty if it wasn’t several hundred dollars. Maybe Christmas…

That innocent car, marked and violate4d beyond belief… seen on 110th street in NYC.

Another one! This time an underwhelming smiley face…

Photographed on the 1 train, Penn Station stop.

The space was beautiful, the fashions disappointing. No “Pretty Woman” evening gowns here and even some jeans! The horror. Oh yeah, the singing was also beautiful ;)

Lowly firebox? Maybe, but also a wonderful palette of color.

If this man hadn’t been trying to sleep or laying there with his hand down his pants, I would have asked him about the rings… what are they for???? Is he losing his vision and they’re bumpers? I have so many questions.

It’s “Take Your Cats To The Dentist” Day and so much fun!

I’m upset about the price because I really like the contents of this book and would have purchased it had the price not been so offputting!

Penn Station, Uptown 1 Train

There’s nothing better than everyone snoozin in the same bed…

Just some random lady painting subject encountered in a thriftstore along the stairs to the basement…

As seen in a La Colombe bathroom somewhere in NYC…

This lady was just chillin in a lawnchair, leg extended high in the air; the moment I went to take a pic she put it down :(

They can hold festivals! And you can eat them! Boxes, not festivals… (“eating box” cmon stay with me here)

It looks abandoned but yet something is going on inside but what????

Can you say shitshow?

Aren’t we all? Ok this probably depends on the number of people in your household but still; I’m pretty sure I’m a big deal in mine…

Ok some of it is my stuff too (in the tins) but all that fun dust and crumble mess is not but also kind of is? At least because I’ll be cleaning it up…

Or you could just see this as a wholesome shot of a neighborhood in the Bronx…

Only the best for your ass when you just have to sit down at some random spot halfway down the block

The scene at Shoji at 69 Leonard. I made one of the shots from this view the background on my phone; the palette and material mix are very soothing no?

…but also how I would describe my weekend work style

Gotta love pasteup street art right? This little gem was at the base of a lamppost in Chelsea [NYC]

Am I here or not here, am I just an image of a person or a real person? This little street art doodle inspires some pretty big questions in me…

or just some wackadoo robo toys on the street…

There was a link in the wall of my bathroom and it’s been a shitshow for a few weeks now. Belongings taken in and out and in and out again; “repairs” destroying sheetrock, detritus everywhere, strange red dust and particle chunks in surprising places.

Ta da! Also Nisolo is the shit. The backpack I bought from them is heavy duty as all hell, ethically made, beautiful… but the fabric around the zipper busted :( They’re replacing it!

As most street art is… I’m very fond of this lettering style

Isn’t this marketing setup just begging for someone to kick him in the face? Is that really a good message to send?

This was a surprise to come across; not even in Europe have I seen graffiti that was both abstract and painterly and subtly applied to a surface [as in not covering but “enhancing”]. It appeared only at the bottom of the wall, like arty landscaping.

So many labels! So many reds! Most stylish person in LaGuardia airport? Probably not

I love how the EXIT sign is right there close to the HERE, like, be present but also if you wanna dip it’s cool exit’s right there

Or the most unsubtle hint that I am not interested…

Trying to show some love for my breasts after being squished and pressed and pushed. Everything’s normal? Won’t know for absolute sure till I hear from my doctor.

Also a visual representation of me drowning my emotions…

…but also how I feel after eating an entire slab of baby back ribs last night.

Maybe I’ve just spent too much time thinking about holes and penetration and the like? Just kidding! There’s no such thing as too much. Also this is legit like a vagina. Except with stairs. And a t-shirt display.

If I eat someplace new, I prefer to try multiple small dishes instead of any entrees. Last night I ordered 5 small appetizers and for some reason they were served to me all at once. I did not appreciate this flood of food and didn’t enjoy the pressure to eat, eat, eat without real pause between dishes because multiple plates were hot! WTF, major fail on servers and kitchen. Miller Union in Atlanta btw.

Tilework is something I always notice more when visiting other countries, but goddamn there’s plenty of great stuff right here in NYC… case in point, another image from the 191st Street 1 Train station.

191st Street 1 Train station tunnel…

Kale/Broccoli Crust, organic Tuscan kale, organic grape tomatoes, almond milk mozzarella…. even Harvey knows this shit tastes goooooood.

“Live fast, die whenever…” — sounds about right.

How could you not love this sign?! I have no idea what the fuck it was for, probably vacant space or some shit, but you should definitely call…

Recovering, qualifying, aging…

…instead of my stupid cat hellbent on keeping me from my coffee

Presumably for hardware but maybe also for how to not give a fuck?

I am relieved to be home, to be off the bus, to be settled at least for a bit… Especially happy to be back in the place of fun box trucks like this one. Also I could use a good scrub with some ‘mind detrgnt.’

Huh? The most random and tidy vandalism I’ve seen in a while and so cryptic! Saw this album cover on a hallway shelf in the back of a church rec area.

Late night adventures in Walmart, i.e., trolling the aisles at 2am amidst self-driving cleaning machines, employees stocking shelves and random other weirdos with nothing better to do on a Saturday night.

Do you see that red thread tied around the handle where it connects to the wall? What the hell? This image was captured in a random church bathroom but I want answers.

And also never removing the protective plastic cover strips that come with new things. And cluttering up every open crevice in a car with doodads and whatnots.

Don’t want to forget! Important preparations must be made. Ok really just washing shaving but still…

I’ve been known to frequent a church basement or two and just yesterday I came across these bitchin’ pics of some stylin’ ladies from 1982. You’re welcome!

Living uptown means proximity to train yards; where the machines go to rest and be repaired…

Table lamplight, espresso, water… these are the building blocks of my day.

This is the fourth instance I can recall of photographing stickers on subway trains. Second time on the floor… The other two were divided between the seat and one of the poles you’re supposed to hold onto so you don’t fall upon your ass when the train lurches which it always does.

If I had a dollar for every time Harvey gave me this face I could retire now. This pic is appropriate if only for the demonstration that it’ s impossible to be loved by everyone all the time.

Seen on Carmine Street, NYC. This sticker bonanza continued on all sides and was quite delightful.

I’m going to contact this person because there is just too much here to wrap the mind around. Good sense of humor or complete psycho, what do you think?

Caffe Reggio, Macdougal Street, NYC

Nothing deep here, I really just like the graphics of the orange sign and the layers and the light and the whatnot.

So close to lining up the lines, horizons upon waistbands and such… Rockaway Beach 2019

I saw this written on the sidewalk just a few hours after I saw the word “BIG” written on what appeared to be a commercial office space. They were far apart and surely not connected except maybe they are?!

In this particular instance, i.e., the same night this image was captured, twas not the case. Sad face, sad pussy, sad tiny dick. Ok dick was pretty happy but I and my sad pussy were not and are transferring the sad pain to said disappointment.

I was so excited when my cats started eating cauliflower! It was unintentional; stupid Harvey stole a piece from my roasting pan and so I decided to give it to him and the other one. Munch munch munch adorable. Not so adorable? Harvey threw it up about 5 minutes later. Ta da! It looks like a dish at a fancy restaurant. Except it’s vomit. On my floor.

1. Steven Conrad is amazing and both Perpetual Grace Ltd. (shown) and The Patriot are fantastic and funny and you should be watching them

2. I have a crazy soul-pull to the domestic southwest…

3. #2 is surprising because for years and years I had a full body and soul rejection of the domestic southwest

4. Where and when to go to the domestic southwest?

5. Should I be living there?

Do you see the whole collection of flowers or flowering plants or something in the window next the fire escape? Amazing! And I love the lazy red dangle of twinkle lights just cuz.

As seen from above… typical Sunday night

I’ve submitted a bid to be a speaker at SXSW 2020 — my panel proposal is: “Using Sex And Porn Online To Change The World IRL.” Come back here for the link and more info about what the hell this all means :)

Why doe these mannequins look so sad??? It’s giving me feelings, bleh!

Sights scene nearish 3rd ave and 149th street in the boogie down

My last Festivus party was held the weekend before the Monday when I first decided to try and get sober. One of the few things I saved from that rager, from that time; was this kickass packaging from a case of Miller High Life. The inside of the box is beautiful and I’ve been using it as a makeshift lampshade for this vintage lamp for over 7 years now.

Whenever I do a guided meditation and a safe quiet space is spoken of, I imagine a place almost exactly like this… a clearing in the woods, a grassy patch with a large tree in the center, with many shade-giving branches, beefy trunk. A friend of mine sent me this pic from his time in Vermont and it’s eerily accurate to my mind’s vision.

Co-Star is a hipster astrology app and some days it surprises me. The day of this notification it delighted me. This is exactly the sentiment I needed, wanted, and has since become my new phone wallpaper.

Really… it’s that fucking deep. This is a hole in the street in the Bronx and it is awe-inspiring. The caution tape is not.

A beautiful mural I passed while in Dumbo Brooklyn after completing an underwhelming podcast sponsorship class.

This page of toilet paper-themed comics appeared one day in a bathroom I find myself in frequently. By the way, I enjoy the toilet paper roll every which way and have no preference.

A happenstance on the subway; all these shades of pink in one place.

Oy/Yo or Yo/Oy outside the Brooklyn Museum. Meh?

I am a lover of Dada but I am not a fan of this thing which I am hesitant to label art…

If it wasn’t labeled as such how else would I know?

Found out last minute about this application window for the SXSW conference and applied to speak on: “Using Sex And Porn Online To Change The World IRL.” Community voting will open soon… stay tuned.

I celebrate 7 years of sobriety today, July 21, 2019. I decided to ignore my regular eating habits and eat 5 fancy schmancy donuts. This is a shot of the final 3 before they went down my throat.

This is some stuff smushed into the asphalt right off the crosswalk on Sixth Avenue / Houston Street. I would like to know more about "the stuff.”

Banned on Instagram, banned on Facebook, wtf. None of it matters but worth noting in case anyone seeks me out in these places and wonder why certain project-specific accounts don’t exist.

My first time at a beach in several years and it was lovely. Also I got sunburned and that was not lovely but the sun, the waves, all that was peaches.

Passerby in the Bronx on my way to Planned Parenthood for the third and final round of HPV vaccine shots. Said shots are free if you’re under 27 which is so fucking ageist.

The first model of the series (publishing the week of August 11th after my final model).

It’s like body art don’t you think? The unintended results of relying on spray can sunscreen for my whole body instead of just the parts I can’t easily reach.

The landscaping is sick in Far Rockaway. Every. Single. House. Has this pristine, perfectly manicured lawn, and lush greenery and flowers; it’s beautifully insane!

The covered backyard at La Lanterna di Vittorio in the west village of NYC.

There they all were, crowded into one end of a train car, singing, dancing, laughing, playing music at top notch; it was a hoot.

Just beyond the self-proclaimed “Tiger Hood” who may very well hit you with a milk carton golf ball.

8th Avenue, West 14th Street Subway Station. These shits are everywhere…

I tried to find this person online after finding this written on a column but I must not be interpreting the handwriting correctly. Please help!

Likely story… this is the claim behind the counter at Molly’s Cupcakes on Bleecker Street.

I sent this picture to a friend as I implored her to meet me for nail care stuff. It didn’t work.

My two cats, one super bendy while nappy and the other just like whatever dude.

… of garbage and watermelons. Take your pick. Kingsbridge in the Bronx.