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This is the scene I encountered this afternoon in Soho.
Uggs aren't going away. If anything you may see even more of them this winter than ever before if these lines outside of the Ugg store in Soho is any trend barometer.
I snapped this photo this afternoon in Soho.
This is from a pretty fun night a couple weekends ago, and all photos below are stolen from Chris, you know, the John Mayer fan.
Because Chris and I were running late and walked into our subway stop just as the train was pulling away, we hailed a cab. What we flagged down was essentially the 7 series of New York cabs: a brand new SUV cab fitted for handicapped people, which meant for us awesome leg room. And a couple blocks before it dropped us off at our bar, another cabbie notified ours that he had his emergency lights on, which basically made us feel like minor VIPs what with our luxurious legroom and emergency lights.
Also, I'm really glad more and more cabs take credit/debit cards now. It's about time. And while I know a lot of cab drivers are against it (who doesn't prefer upfront cash?), they need to embrace it as it's an inevitable part of our technological progress. And also, maybe it's me, but I've found myself now tipping a bit more as well in part to offset the delay the drivers see in contrast to cold hard cash tips.
We met up with Chris's friends at Shebeen where a Breakfast at Tiffany's theme party was going on...and we were both in agreement that it was pretty awesome. Then we walked to the Merc Bar. Here I'm uh, pretending to reach for my pretend fruity drink instead of my uh, whiskey. This fruity drink, "the Clementine" is hypothetically quite delicious.
Mike and his girlfriend and birthday girl Tori. Happy birthday Tori!!!
Mike and Chris deep in conversation.
Haha. Tori is stoked about turning 20 something.
This picture is titled "Life is beautiful." I love it. Haha. Anyway: Tori's sister Sandra, Tori, and Mike!
Mike and the girls left and Chris and I elected to chill out at the bar for a bit longer. Funny stuff happened and then we left.
Chris and I walk into the subway platform just as the train pulls up. Sweet!!! When this happens late at night it is the equivalent of winning a $50 scratch off lotto ticket. Chris swipes his metrocard, and then I follow. Bam! I try to walk through, except the turnstile refuses to budge. I look at the display and see this:
Doh! Story of my life!! My monthly metrocard expired that night! Waiting another 30 minutes for the next train versus taking a cab, pay $15 bucks and be home in 20 minutes. "Fuck it. Lets take a cab. I got it."
Broadway-Houston D, B, F, V subway stop.
It can be oh-so-difficult to keep the puke in the mouth sometimes, especially after 10 mixed drinks to celebrate a friend's new clerkship, or after an open bar party with body-painted girls, or a wedding reception with the Stepford Wives. Allegedly.
I had to stop by a hardware store the other day and I noticed this sign by the register. I thought it was hysterical. Why?
Swung by the Soho Apple store just in time to catch the UPS guys unloading the new iPhones. The line was shorter than I was expecting but I imagine it'll get hectic towards the actual time they will be sold.
iLine.
iNeed Sunblock.
Look at all them iPhones courtesy of UPS! I didn't notice any security presence.
iClose up of the boxes.
So many tracking numbers...what's up with that?
Hey UPS guys: Less standing and more moving! Get those phones in there!
NiPD.
The most patient kid in the planet.
These hands don't want no stinkin' photo taken. It wants an iPhone!
iPhone bridging the racial divide...or is it a love connection thanks to the iPhone?
"Hey T-Mobile, Please cancel my contract. Yea. 200 dollars to cancel? That's fine. I must cancel. Thanks."
And at the front of the line...these people will sell their iPhone on ebay to raise money for a good cause. Or so they say.
(Thanks for coming by Boing Boing readers!)
On my way to the Apple Store to get new headphones gratis Apple (the third pair I've gone through in the past six months), I spotted Sophia Coppola pushing her child on the corner of Mercer and Spring. We will now rejoin our regularly scheduled programming.
I discovered today the holy grail of all cheap lunches. The cheap lunch is a much sought after location in New York, where one's bank account, after subtracting rent and related expenses, can quickly deplete due to the 7 dollars and change spent daily for lunch (even if it does come with a "free" soda). Most weeks, it can sometimes seem really impossible to find a satisfying lunch in New York City for under 6 dollars. Today, thanks to an eavesdropping coworker, I had a gigantic lunch consisting of a sizable quantity of steamed rice along with three tasty sides and soup for a grand total, including tax, of $2.75. Yes, you read that correctly. $2.75.
One can choose from a variety of sides: I went with a chicken and vegetable dish, some bok choi, and hearty dumplings. Irregardless of the price, it was quite delicious, tasting more like home cooked Chinese food--meaning it was light on the grease.
That's about as close to a free lunch as once can get around these parts. Consider that the large ice coffee at the budget deli near work is $2.50.
Where is it? Just meander on down to Mott and Broome St. Just don't tell too many people.
Adidas set up a subway car on the corner of Lafayette and Houston in Soho and invited all these graffiti artists to decorate it, so to speak. The entire circus is to promote their new line of graffiti designed sneakers. Obviously the first thing I thought of when I saw this is the corporate appropriation and commodifying of urban subcultures. The location is particularly astute, because it's located right next to its large Adidas store which is only a block away from painfully hip destination sneaker stores such as Supreme.
That said, it's still pretty sweet to see the tagging happen in action and the creation of rather intricate artwork accomplished collaboratively in a seemingly nonchalant and improvisational manner. However, there was also a certain cognitive dissonance of seeing cops protecting this event.
I think its quantitative impact (eg. translation of graffiti artists exhibition into sneaker sales and dollar $ign$) in terms of strictly marketing is debatable, but the fact that I'm writing about it here on my blog and mentioning Adidas, which roughly 7 people will read, demonstrates that this subway graffiti event is having some impact, as specious as it may ultimately be (Is this more likely to make me buy or consider Adidas? No. Does it make me think or associate Adidas as being "cool" or "hip?" No. Why? See aforementioned remark about the corporate appropriation and commodification. But might this graffiti display influence say, less critical individuals than myself? Maybe. Tourists? Definitely.).
I took a cell phone snap shot of someone doing their thing on the subway car:
