My New Tattoo

I went to Rivington Tattoo yesterday-- the new home of my tattoo guy, Sweety.

The new shop is really beautiful. Simple, clean... dark wood floors and an amazing/ornante tin tile ceiling that is gorgeous to look at when you're getting needles full of ink drilled into your arm.

 

Here's what we started out with... the bare area between my wrist 

and the bottom of the clover.

And the other side.

Sweety traced the bow and Mickey Mouse on carbon-transfer.... but then free-handed the rest first starting in lime green Sharpie marker.

 

The workstation is kept very clean-- no spills. 

 

After the rough outline was done, he went back with a fine tip red Sharpie, and finally a blue ballpoint gel pen.

 

Once he was finished sketching, I checked it out in the mirror and we quickly got started. We all know I don't have the beefiest frame, or a strong stomach so it's no surprise that I get a little woozy when I subject myself to this whole tattoo thing... but Sweety is always totally cool about it and after about five minutes I totally thought I was gonna barf. 

Actually ran to the bathroom cause I-thought-I-was-gonna-puke-barf. But I didn't. I calmly went back to my chair, and he brought be a damp paper towel for my forehead and let me recline in the chair. 

When the bear of a receptionist found out that I'd almost fainted he was really amazing and rushed to the bodega to grab me a candy bar. I felt like Shleby-- a reference I wasn't sure they'd get, so I didn't verbalize it.

Here's what's left of the candy bar.

And here's the final product, obviously still very raw and swollen-- but I'll totally share updated photos once she's healed.

FIRE ESCAPE // NYC SUBWAY STAIRS

My Run In with Occupy Wall Street

Saturday September 24 - New York City

 

My boyfriend and I had just had our hair cut in Astor Square, and after he headed back uptown to rehearsal I went south into SoHo for some light shopping. The sidewalks were crowded with the typical herds of tourists, but because I had no where else I needed to be I casually, patiently strolled among them.

The gentle din of urban life, the hum of food trucks, the bad euro dj music emerging from the nearest mega-chain retailer were all interrupted by the sudden roar of a large, angry crowd. My pedestrian haze was quickly jolted back real life as I turned to see what I would later come to know as the Occupy Wall Street group.

They were aggressively protesting in the middle of the street fighting against traffic up Broadway. There seemed to little-to-no police presence in what seemed to be a spontaneous, unorganized riot-in-the-making... save for a few sweaty looking cops tailing the group at a safe distance.

That being said, a few hours later as I was crossing University at 12th street just south of Union Square, less than a block away from my boss's loft, and literally in the epicenter of a collision between the #OccupyWallSt kids (who were now running full bore) and a much larger contingent of NYPD that had planted themselves in a barricade mid intersection.

Seconds after I cleared the cross walk, the two groups met. Elbows hooked into heads, necks were clothesline-clipped by extended forearms, bodies mounded on the black pavement in piles of wrestling.

I had honestly never seen anything like it. The small group of spectators that had joined me on the street corner watched in silent shock for a moment before quickly continuing west, away from the brawl.

I ran into a couple of hipster girls from the New School who looked totally clueless. Without stopping, I said "you'd better just turn around and go the other way."


Read the rest of the story here at NYDAILY

TWO THINGS

 

The building across the street from MKG at Broadway and Houston, Soho - New York City.

Danger sign on the sidewalk below.

VACATION: On Our Way

The taxi from our apartment in Harlem to JFK on a rainy Tuesday morning.

CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE

We Were All Yellow

Live and work in New York City...

THE BEAT OF NEW YORK from tim hahne on Vimeo.

Thanks gawker.

The Clock Strikes Midnight

And Logan turns 24. At Hurley's.

GOTHAM CITY

I snapped this photo on my way to drop an envelope off at Logan's stage door. Having just come back above ground from the subway station on 42nd Street, I stopped mid crosswalk at Broadway, and quickly grabbed the shot as the light of on-coming traffic turned green.

Then gothamist.com ran it HERE -- so, that was cool.

Oh, Mickey.... you're so fine.

CHA CHA CHA

NIGHT POOL

NY POST

Slam Dunk.

In anticipation of the World Basketball Festival, NIKE rolled out this mobile marketing vehicle here on the busy streets of SoHo. Inside guests can create custom pair of Nike/Jordan Converse.

 Learn more about the World Basketball Festival here. 

and here.

Last Night at La Cage

Last Night In NYC

Last Night In NYC

Another Reason to Hate Cupcakes

This story made me feel sick to my stomach-- just like a trip to Magnolia.

Best Outfit Ever

Susan & Hall -- January 13, 2010

Susan was working some amazing fashions, so I caught her on the way to the recycling bin and forced her to take a pic for the blog. Please note that is a creme soda bottle, not an empty Corona.

Hall was there for moral support-- and because he is also very stylish.

BIRDCAGE

The very-recently unveiled artwork for the up-coming Broadway revival of "La Cage Aux Folles".

Werk.

click: broadwayworld.com