Aspiring comic book illustrator Kurt Cobain before he was Kurt Cobain. In an alternate universe he grew up to be a successful artist without any demons and lived happily ever after.
Loving this art piece by an Austrian artist, Werner Reiterer (previously).
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The OG of street fashion photography Bill Cunningham 
I answered my own question. No, 
Clearly there's a market for 6-hour energy drinks.
So I can check this off my bucket list. I had terrific seats earlier this week for the Knicks game versus the Sacramento Kings at MSG. We were seated 13 rows away from the court and I came prepared with a sign which happened to be photographed by a Getty Images photographer. Friends told me they saw it on Sports Center the morning after the game.
Here I am on ESPN's website and CBS New York's website.
A Manhattan collector 
A message from Banksy, obvi.
No one knows for certain what it means to die until they actually do it.
- Haruki Murakami
Ashleigh: You will forever be in my heart and thoughts. I am who I am because of you. Rest in peace, Ash.
Smithsonian Magazine has this amazing story about a group of regulars at a Bronx bar who in the 1930's tried to kill a fellow drunk Michael Malloy to cash in some life insurance policies they took out on him. Only problem was that Malloy just wouldn't die.
Night after night the scene repeated itself, with Malloy drinking shots of wood alcohol as fast as Murphy poured them, until the night he crumpled without warning to the floor. The gang fell silent, staring at the jumbled heap by their feet. Pasqua knelt by Malloy’s body, feeling the neck for a pulse, lowering his ear to the mouth. The man’s breath was slow and labored. They decided to wait, watching the sluggish rise and fall of his chest. Any minute now. Finally, there was a long, jagged breath—the death rattle?—but then Malloy began to snore. He awakened some hours later, rubbed his eyes, and said, “Gimme some of th’ old regular, me lad!”
From the Thom Browne Menswear Autumn/Winter 2013 show at Paris Fashion Week is 
It's still early, but one of my best decisions of 2012 was getting last minute (great) tickets to the Knicks game tonight agains the Utah Jazz where I along with fellow delirious fans (shout to @madbrows) at the Garden got to witness Jeremy Lin do some serious work, including the above game-saving last second 3-pointer.
Also Lin dougies.
Been there, done that.
Jeff Vespa, In N Out 10 x 10. $75 here.
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I need to stop by this gallery if I'm ever in Solingen, Germany.
Museum Plagiarius...a gallery that showcases the nuances of knockoffs by exhibiting fakes alongside their authentic counterparts. Every year curators add to the collection by soliciting nominees for the Plagiarius Awards. Designers and manufacturers submit the offending objects, and the “winners” earn a spot in the museum.
I'm going to submit burritos from NYC as counterfeits of what a real burrito should taste like.
Nicole Trunfio. Australian model. Singer in a rock band. And the best part: skateboarder.
This family's unique home in Santa Monica includes this bad ass rock climbing wall for their two boys.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=pjyfMCTAqKU] Yeah, yeah Djokovic and Nadal's final match in the Australian Open was one for the ages, but the highlight of the entire tournament was this ball boy's lightning quick reflexes.