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Weekend Update

A few random photos I tweeted of things I saw or encountered this weekend. Saw crochet man standing in Union Square on my way to see "Where The Wild Things Are."

Fried chicken, waffles and three bloody marys for Sunday morning brunch with April and her friends.

A bible at Partners and Spade (Previously).

A sign in front of a boarded up storefront near St. Marks.

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Scene in New York

At a showing of the documentary "Good Hair" I ran into the executive producer and comedy genius hisself, Chris Rock at the theater! For all the celebrities and public figures I've seen in my lifetime, this is the only time I've been compelled to ask for a photo.

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An Interview with John Mayer

Christianna Ablahad gets mildly traumatized in her interview with John Mayer for New York Magazine.

What do you think about health care? Would you take the public option? Have you ever heard me play guitar? I'm really fucking good. You know what I'm bad at? Answering questions about public health care. This is not in my wheelhouse. Do you have any questions about music? I almost got a mad need to lighten up. You need to lighten up, because the questions you asked me were all troublemaking questions. If someone gave me the Nobel Peace Prize, and I didn't deserve it, I would just shut my mouth and enjoy the hell out of it.

Hilarious.

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Weekend Update

Some random photos from this past weekend roaming around New York City. Dropped by some Chelsea art galleries.

Looks like a gallery had a little party the night before.

Creepy mannequin legs.

I like this piece. Forgot the artist though.

Coffee shop fun. I look forward to doing this to all coffee cups in my future.

Giant nutella.

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Miroslaw Balka at Tate Modern

Polish artist Miroslaw Balka's latest installation, "How It Is" at the Tate Modern is an imposing elevated steel container with a ramp that leads visitors into it and plunging them into darkness. It's a hit with visitors.

The experience is sombre, discombobulating and perhaps a bit sinister. But it is beautiful too — and not least when, as your eyes slowly adjust, you begin to discern the infinite subtle shades of grey or turn back to face the entrance and see other visitors vacillating nervously on the brink before, stepping into the engulfing shadows, they are transformed into stalking silhouettes.

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