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I take in views like this when I wake up at my parent's place, in their guest room. I'm home this weekend for Easter, an event more about family breakfast to excess and bunny baskets for us than a resurrection of a savior.

I decided last time that from then on, every time I pass through PIT, I'd try to look at the Franco Harris statue with a new perspective.

We're shooting Jack Germain's entire line of 38 handbags tonight. We've started at 7:30pm, after what's already been a long day's work for each of us.

I read in Nonsense NYC last week that Bailout Theatre was a free-to-attend potluck and music event so, because I like

I have mixed feelings on the Wes Andersen film I just saw.

While waiting to catch the train downtown to get from Medidata HQ to PG Inc., I was wondering:

You're out of order! You're out of order! The whole trial is out of order! They're out of order!

– Al Pacino, in some movie.

I've purchased a set of Einstein strobes for use in studio work. They're not high-end like Profoto of Elinchrom, but they are rated better in terms of power output and sync times and bang for buck. And these lights are designed with some expectation of mobility in mind.

On my way to work from my laptop at my local third-wave coffee shop with free WiFi, I spotted these guys setting up the signage for what's to be a five story warehouse of appropriated subcultural artifacts sold to tourists and post-condo build neighborhood inhabitants as authentically sourced fro

The man was able to get off the ground for a few seconds when a gust would carry him. I'm not sure what this guy was attempting to do. I'm not sure what that thing is either. It looks small for a parachute. Maybe it's a parasail?