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Radish, the classy joint just outside our door downstairs, was robbed tonight. The shopkeep was in hysterics in the street when I came home, slightly intoxicated. I thought the guys at the health food bodega got hit considering the amount of cops in the place.

The Seventh Annual Williamsburg Bicycle Fetish Day was a really, really happy little block party. There was a best shiny bike competition, best beater bike competition, best family bike, best vintage, etc. I was on the prowl for the kink, as always.

She has excellent taste in music.

Somehow the D200, with its awful color banding and poor rendition of reds in low light and soul-crushing 1.6x crop factor, always felt like more of a burden than an asset. I'm glad to be rid of it.

While on the job for my favorite local floral design company in SoHo, I spotted this guy giving his full attention to the large, daylight-lit doorway in the rear of the building. He'd just closed the doors. Securely.

I'm hauling a portable lighting rig to the Upper West Side today for a shoot. Long opposed to taking taxis because, I don't know, I think they're for lazy people who don't want to walk or bike, I've been debating my position.