Rochester, NY. 1976.

I'm fucking dapper

Two Guys

Oh, we're just washin' some dishes

Avedon.

Nobody shoots 'em like Dick.

"My portraits are more about me than they are about the people I photograph."

Someday, I'll be somebody's favorite. And that will be enough.

I'm in the Business of Falling in Love

"...they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day... "

I, like many young people, but maybe more than most, love to think of my future: my career, falling in love, family, friends, potential dinner parties, etc. You know, the basics.

My wedding, for example, will take place in early spring, somewhere beautiful and good smelling. We'll get married in a little field surrounded by a few close friends and family members and a ton of pretty wildflowers. The reception will take place under twinkling white Christmas lights and we'll all have dinner at one long table with mismatched chairs and calligraphied name cards. Our first dance will be to "You and Me" by Penny and the Quarters and everyone will laugh and eat and kiss into the wee hours of the morning.

The whole idea gives me a sparkling, magical feeling inside. I can't wait to fall in love.

Ferris Bueller's on Line Two!

Ladies and gentlemen,

This year for halloween, I created my best costume yet: Ferris Bueller. My first instinct was Molly Ringwald, but she's more difficult than one might expect. Creating Ferris, however, proved as simple as a trip to Jet Rag's $1 Sunday Sale.

One day, I'll even own a basset hound named Bueller. But unlike all the other loser dogs, my dog will only answer to a monotone "Bueller. Bueller. Bueller."

Hey you,

What are you looking at?

Sorry it has been so long! It's an odd feeling being the only person to read this blog. When I don't write, I'm only letting myself down. When I do write, I'm setting myself up for disappointment. It's a vicious circle my friends, a vicious, vicious, mean circle.

Geology Rocks!

A Mental Contract

So yesterday, it was officially decided that when I grow up, my home will be an exact replica of an Anthropologie store, with a little Ikea flare.

In actuality, I come up with this idea every time I enter/pass an Anthropologie, but this time was different. Yesterday, when I strolled into that good smelling dress heaven, I secretly signed a mental contract with myself to finally follow through on my previously empty promise. I'm considering just packing up my stuff and moving into an actual store.

The Ikea part, that comes from my inherent fascination with everything Ikea. And Swedish, but that's another story. My brother, Brian, shares my obsession and he and I together, I mean we can spend hours in that not-so-little store. Twelve forks for three dollars! Bedding for practically nothing! And my container fixation is met in that blue and yellow warehouse. What is better? Tell me, anything? No.

It's Like 'Cheers' on Crack.

I've been having a Friends marathon the last week or so and it has been delightful!

I think when most people watch a show like Friends, they consider which character they're most like. Me? I think I'm a nice combo of Pheobe and Ross with just a dash of Joey and maybe a sprinkle of Monica.

I just love Friends! But really, who doesn't? See, I have two best friends, both female, but I've always secretly wanted to have a group of six: three ladies and three gentlemen collars. We could find a coffee shop that sold really good biscotti, meet up at each other's apartments, all of which, when compared to our salaries, are economically disproportionate, dance in a fountain on the WB lot and have a myriad of other exciting adventures. Can you imagine? Oh, the fun we'd have!