I’m not sure I agree with this one. It makes me kinda sad how everyone over the age of 30 thinks it’s all downhill for us now. I don’t want to say this too loudly, but I’m pretty sure I’m just getting started.
Michael Bolton is coming, you guys.
I promise, you’re going to love him.
Clients From Hell.
Or in my case, Surrounded By Idiots.
Is it Friday yet??
The definition of hump day.
Power through, people! We’re sososo close to the weekend!
True. So smile.
Season one of Gossip Girl must have started airing one of my first years after college. I never really got into it past season two or three (whyyyyy must writers always attempt to send these characters off to college??) but good god, I remember exactly how some of those episodes made me feel about living in New York City. Plus, the soundtrack was sick. The Bavery, Ra Ra Riot, The Virgins, Vampire Weekend all in one episode? Before they were even known? It was beyond. I’m smiling as I write this. I am ALL the cliche things in the entire world right now.
This one’s for both of you.
Dig the hair.
The Australian Olympic Committee on Tuesday said that athletes will be allowed to consume alcohol at upcoming Games but swaying, staggering, and having rambling conversations will not be tolerated.
How to Fight a Baby:For the record, my father invented this concept with me, and I later perfected it with my two younger siblings.
Drink up, Alice. This shot is beautiful.
Nevermind the Warhol auctions. Only the finest in bathroom graffiti for this blog.
Out of no where tonight I saw this donut and felt a strange compulsion to run to the nearest Dunkin Donuts. This thing is almost too pretty to eat.
Christmas gift ideas for all the photogs in your life.
(although perhaps if they are a conflict journalist this one hits a little too close to home?)