Tucked to the side of Times Square is the small but bountiful International Center of Photography, a comfortably relaxed gallery that takes just two hours of time to enjoy. There’s just enough to leave you feeling well fed, but not so much that you get gallery fatigue. It’s small collections are perfectly formed however.
Please take a moment to look at Bruce Lovelock’s work at ARTPUSHER
Talented, Swaggerish Princelton of Londontown PopArt seeks hookup (maybe Kate Moss?) to make him rich and famous please.
The dry snow made hard crunchy scratchy sounds at the windows all night long. At first I thought it was little fingers tapping, then scratching at the glass. It flies up and down and across the air, and then gets whipped suddenly the other way. When you open the window it doesn’t seem cold and then suddenly it stings you in the face, tiny biting barbs of frost. Everything outside is white, pink and bluey-grey. It’s not as bright as Canada, it’s more dove coloured. It wants to come in. I left the window open for some air and came back into the room to find baby snow shapes that quickly sighed into crying puddles.
A man outside pushes the snow off the sidewalk outside the front of the property. He works efficiently, with purpose. His snow shovel makes a comforting scrape, scrape, scrape noise on the ground.
As fast as he has cleared it, a new layer of powder blue snow settles.
If you are a complete baby (I am) and if you love Stargate (I do) and if you love Jack and Sam (yup) and in particular you get butterflies when they kiss, and LOVE it when they kiss (That’s me!) Then you should watch this video.
‘Shippy’ soppy Video of Jack and Sam - aw brings a tear to my eye!
If not don’t, because you’ll puke.
“There is a cold draught down one side of me where Eric Should have been”
Ernie Wise, May 1984, after Eric Morecombe’s death.
The Only Living Boy in New York
Watch a nice video someone made for it here Actually I like this video because these are the things we see in NYC all the time. I have sat on those orange and yellow seats on the train.
Before Simon and Garfunkel were famous, they were known as Tom and Jerry.
Near the end of their breakup, just before the seminal album Bridge over Troubled Water, they were both invited to appear in Catch 22. Paul Simon’s role was dropped, leaving him alone in New York whilst Garfunkel flew to Mexico to film. It is a song of sadness at being left behind, but also of love.
There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
Adam is in Barcelona. I am all alone in America. Oh dear.
The fat lady over there is telling her friend about how someone threw up in her luggage. Apparently all her stuff got covered in puke. Hahaha. You should see her. On another note, nothing says mobile phone technology to me like bagpipes. Goodbye from Scotland Spain.
There is a fellow here who follows the naked ladies around. They are sort of naked because they are wearing skirts but on their tops paint only. I think he likes them. They have been coloured in with paint with super decoration of music notes and a musical staff. Their hair is all messy too like the kids in the movie Pan. You know pretend messy. The Naked Lady man should watch out they might be scary music witches or something. Maybe he will get turned into a flute or maybe bongos. I will put his picture on later.
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