Bitches, Bridges, and Bedrooms

Helen Levitt died at the age of 95, in her Manhattan apartment.

I remember how inspired and effected I was by this photo, as a little Little.

It was so timeless and reminded me of everything that I loved about New Yorkers and adolescence. It wasn't until much later, that I discovered the image was from 1939.

Her photos always gave me the sense of memorability, at first glance. Followed by effectiveness upon looking just a little bit further

100 years ago, today, the Queensborough Bridge was completed. Only killing 50 people, in the process!

The Queensborough Bridge is so commonly overlooked. I blame the Brooklyn Bridge, for this.

With 4 top lanes, and 5 bottom lanes, it really does an amazing job at commuting traffic into Midtown. Even in the worst of traffic, I don't think I've ever been on there for over 25 minutes.

The Bowery Boys did a pretty interesting little blog about the bridge today. Enjoy the fuck out of it!

At this turning point of my life, I am reminded of the memories of this bridge in my life, as stupid as it may sound. Its just a fucking bridge.

• Phone calls made in fits of horror, as I tried to rush back into manhattan after 'running away' just didn't work out.
• Throwing mix CDs of love, over its edge.
• Taking boat trips so that I would be able to just take photos of its underbelly.
• Having first listens of music made by friends, on my way out of the city.
• Looking into open apartment windows of converted storage areas and visually upsetting glass buildings, to see how rich people decorate and arrange their lighting.
• Wishing I could shop at the Bridge Market regularly.
• Smoking cigarettes at the park that went along the East River, staring at the bridge traffic and thinking about the ten most important items in my life.
• And freaking out every single time TO THIS DAY, about driving up the onramp into the city.

Finishing up my true New Yorker post, I feel pretty inspired by tiny pods!

I wish i owned a little area and a big fucking drill.

"Our words have formed a death sentence, and I wish that we had never talked. Our hips said it all."

Last night Blender sent on a mission to shoot a few men who have preached about hating their genitals. 

Although I do really like a few albums, I was never a die hard Cursive fan, but seeing them live made me reconsider. 

I typically don't connect with live music, too often. But this show was pretty amazing.

I left Cursive feeling like I would have totally seen them again. 

Even decided that (due to the economy and not cause I'm stingy, of course) I would even pay 10 bucks to do so!

• The set was beautifully diverse
  
• The band went nuts and really enjoyed themselves
  
• The crowd was friendly and accommodating (with the exception of the girl who didn't want me standing near her at the front, even when the show hadn't started yet)
  
• I got to use my flash against Tims picnic shirt
  
• I didn't even notice they had played 20 songs starting at 11pm
  
• I even forgot I was tired!

If you listen to Cursive, you'll be able to tell that the vocals are distinctly different from your average semi screaming indie band. I feel like this photo is interesting because it illustrates how that sound got achieved. 

Instead of screaming directly into the mic, he kept screaming into his cupped hand, that was tilted into the mic. 

Such a small musical idea that is a major layer in the creativity of this band.

The actual review along with more photos that I took during last nights show, are up on Blenders Blog. 

I'm urging you to go to this blog entry by using big red letters, because I'm feeling proud and positive about my results from the night. 

This is a rare Chloe feeling. 

*I may also just be hyper emotional because to sleep deprivation. (I have yet to actually sleep since 8am, yesterday)

Sick post.

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ew ew gross ew. There are 8 nerds in that thing. You are no longer a human at that point, just a trapper keeper. a vainey flesh purse for little humans. 

Theres a lot of visible sadness in the states, this week.

• That video of Jeremy Lusk dying. (The neck snap is so brutal)
  
• This photo of Nadya Suleman holding 8 kids in her food bay.
  
• The amount of things I am injesting to be able to not be sick by the time I have to go back to work.
  

Mikeys Holiday party

Yes. I did it. I left the house. And a friend once told me that 

unless its documented, its like it never happened. She was very right. 

More recently, I was told by another friend that i seem to speak in tongues. I enjoy doing so, if that is, in fact, the case. Less words, more facts. Its a good style, and the combination of photographic documentations and speaking in the bare minimal amount of words needed to get your points across, is a beautiful thing to have the ability to do. 

• free empanadas
  
• free colt 45
  
• free rides from home to the river
  
• trapeze artists with feathers for tits
  
• light hearted drunken co workers
  
• three bands
  
• first place alcoholic necklaces
  
• light snow
  
• girls dancing in shorts and popcorn
  
• trading tokens for jack n cokes
  
• camera battles with a Nikon
  
• misuse of mittens
  
• cardboard catastrophes 
  
• sick jellyfish