Stream of consciousness.

I very much enjoying being the photographer's assistant - especially with the weather being so lovely lately. L has chosen to represent her stream of consciousness via photographs for her visual diary class this semester. Consequently, I am being photographed a lot lately - eating, sleeping, breathing, being. Plus I get to snap the shots that she sets up and feel special. These were taken in Washington Square Park the other night.

Check out this tune that I have drained my iPod dry listening to.

kiss, D.

Sure, we sit in cafés alone.

As Leighanna's newest assignment was to observe trends of the cafe-goers at Paradise Cafe, she seemed to scare off everyone by taking pictures of them sans-permission. On the plus side, I did manage to get quite a bit of work done without all the noise.

D

Pink Velvet.

It has been far too long since us girls hit the town. 

Always a fun time with you, L baby.

kiss, D.

Lula Lu.

So lately I've been getting my quick fix from Lula Magazine. The photography is magnificent. I urge you to take a peak. My next step: collect enough money to afford a subscription.

Sorry about the lack of posts - everyone needs a nice chunk of family time. I'm on my own for a couple days until my old friend, Jeremy, and my roomsh, Leighanna get up here to keep me company. Part two of my Whistler visit will commence in a couple days. For the meantime, I have rented bundles of old movies and am currently curled up on the couch watching "Once". Amazing duets and cute Irish accents. Perrrrrrfect for a cozy afternoon.

kiss, D.

Cut my hair, bitch.

So maybe I was wrong in thinking that I'd find a cheaper hair cut in NYC than what I was used to en Suisse. It is in fact impossible to find a decent looking haircut for less than $100 in this crazy city. So us poor art students have resorted to frequent visits to the Betsey Leighanna Barbershop. Tonight, much to our surprise, the only person miss Leighanna managed to injure in the process was herself. On top of that amusing fact, miss Hana ended up with quite a beautiful 'do!

Y'all should come by for a visit. Oh, and she only accepts payments in wheat thins and/or sex (not the low sodium kind). 

xo D

Bitchy kitty.

Take caution when meeting...

...Betsy Leighanna Webb or Kitty Kat. (yes with a K)

Who was it that said "the street is not your runway?"

Sure Chelsea is a fun neighborhood to venture out in...but we decided to take our trip up to the Meat Packing District tonight.  From looking at beautiful apartments in the West Village, to observing the life of a homeless man in his shopping cart, we decided we really do love New York.  I gave a poor man a cigarette and a rich woman a dirty look.  We froze our noses off and warmed our hands as much as we could then the words of Scott, "Im tired, we're going back" lead us to our happy little home at 20th street. 

The expression "Your eyes were bigger than your stomach!" was not the case tonight...or really any night.  We ordered a large cheese pizza with green peppers on it for the five of us.  It was beautiful.  Sitting around singing Lady Gaga and attempting to watch Two Guys One Horse (so god damn nasty) are the nights we big ladies call "girls night in." With homework on the back burner we sat and talked about nothing for a few hours, and although we did get that extra hour of time today, we can all agree it will be spent painting, writing, traveling, or trying to find our hard drive.  Goodnight everyone...well good morning now =] 

xo T&D