I’m a little late on these pictures, but I’m terrible at resizing my photos. Man. Here’s some pics of my best day in NY, gallavanting the city and causing ruckus at people’s day jobs. AND I finally got my nails done did.
I soaked up all the Christmas I could. I visited multiple ice skating rinks and drank hot chocolate every single day. @ bryant park!
glamourbaby: hat, kangol. gloves and scarf, gap. sweater, espirt de corps. jacket, express. jeans, uniqlo. my signature glasses, berkeley flea market.
I must have walked around for hours and went to ALL the damn nail shops in Manhattan my first day, only to be disappointed they don’t do pro nails that would make Kid Sister proud. Then, my friend Kevin corrected my efforts to let me know that if I wanted what he called ‘hood nails, honay’, I had to walk my ass two blocks up to Harlem. Sure enough, I turn the corner, and there it was!
Pro Nails + Cuban Food? What more can a girl ask for? I mean, really.
Best thing about taking the Subway? The picture above explains it all.
This is my pal (and old supervisor) Randy at my summer internship last year at Jive. That Filipino fam value is so strong, he took care of yours truly as I learned the ropes! Now I go to his office every time I’m in town and run around causing trouble.
Damn elevators. They may have had R. Kelly trapped in the closet, but I got trapped, stuck in the elevator in the old bldg last year!
the FADER/Cornerstone office. Another place I cause a little bit of ruckus when I visit the homie J Nicholson:
At Nike Party
Unexpectedly running into The Beatards
The End! Aw, I miss NY.