This is one of most delicious things I’ve eaten in a while, and its certainly the tastiest food I’ve ever gotten from a street vendor. Got this Roast Beef, creamy Gorgonzola and caramelized onion on toasted bread at The Steel Cart on 53rd and Park. Absolutely blew my mind. How good was it? I hate half of it before deciding I had to get documentation of how awesome it was.
Getting a weird colorspace issue that I’m not capable of dealing with at the moment. Today consisted of four photoshoots. The first one involved Clare and six wardrobe changes. The second one I had to take 12 headshots and 2 group photos. The third I got to take food photos of nine amazing desserts(which I will hopefully get clearance to post one.) The fourth involves an unnamed VIP. I was in the weeds all day and I definitely felt frustrated. Now that I’m on the down hill of the day I can appreciate how awesome my job can be.
Bonus S’more:
Got the go ahead to use this picture I took for Pinch’s dessert menu(new restaurant opening soon at Empire City.) Looks tasty right?
It’s impossible to move around and not see businesses shuttered and boarded up. I’m pretty sure that this place has been closed for at least five years, if not more. It’s falling apart. It’s an eyesore surely, but I always find it interesting when the undergrowth starts to reclaim a structure. If they ever sell this lot I’m sure the building will be leveled and something else will take its place.
I’ve had this Snoopy for my entire life. We’re the same age, in truth he’s probably a little older than I am. I have two of them, a big one and a little one. The little one stays with me in Brooklyn. The big one here stays in my old room at my Mom’s house. I don’t sleep with them or anything, but I like having them around. They remind me of being a kid and all the things that come with the territory. I remember them giving me comfort when I’d be scared at night. It was such a long time ago I can’t even remember what I was scared of, maybe the dark or a monster in the closet.
A few years ago my grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Without really thinking about it I brought my big Snoopy to the hospital with me a little after she had been diagnosed. At the time I think I just wanted to give her something that would remind her of me that she could keep with her. Maybe there was more to it than that. As I’m writing this I think it may have had to do with my associations with it. Snoopy helped me when I was scared, and maybe subconsciously I thought it could do the same for my grandmother.
I don’t know if it helped her feel brave, but I do know that her face lit up a little when I gave it to her, and she smiled like it was an inside joke. For the rest of the ordeal, Snoopy was always by her side.
I went to see my Mother for Mother’s Day today, and saw him sitting in my bedroom. I’m really glad I thought of my grandmother today.
smoking or seeing something unbelievable? you decide.
I’m so freaking tired I couldn’t decide which picture I wanted to upload today. So I didn’t. I narrowed it down to three though. I wish I had more time to wander and do this. The funny thing is though, I didn’t stop moving all day today. PT in the AM, A shoot in the afternoon, I ran after that, and then spent a night at work. I had a nice productive day. Feels good.