Sweater: Courtesy of CAVI
Glasses: Urban Outfitters
So, living in New York is great; let me just put that out there. Every corner oozes with culture, art, fashion, food and wonder. Most neighborhoods have enough history to have an inch-thick book written about them alone. My neighborhood has a history of gang wars at C-Town grocery that evolved into soccer moms and Baby Bjorn dads. Short of white picket fences and two-car garages, it’s the ideal place to live, in my book. If we had crickets, you’d hear them creek.
With that being said, some of these buildings in Brooklyn aren’t as kind as your neighbor, when it comes to the wintertime blues. My radiator is the most temperamental POS in the history of temperamental POS. During the day, it’s freezing; late night it’s boiling hot and then, come an hour before going to sleep, everything gets freezing cold and a draft seems to creep into every corner of the apartment. So you need to be ready with a handy sweater/beanie/fluffy socks and/or fuzzy bunny slippers. All of the above are recommended, but only if you live in my building.
Keiko and I decided to take some snapshots on my trunks. The bottom was my dad’s from his time in the military, when he was a young pup. She just got a new lens in the mail, so we had to play around with it. Official consensus: it’s freaking awesome!
Recently I decided to get my first tattoo in New York. I’ve been here for officially three years now. I waited for three years until I got a tattoo here! People think that I’m crazy because I wait until I go home to Florida to get more work done, but the people at my shop are like family to me. It’s hard to find a suitable replacement for what I have with my gang. Well, it was, but then I saw Ashley Love’s blog and portfolio. She had my style down, with her natural forte towards traditional tattoo designs. I had thought for years, “What the hell do I want to get?!” It just never came to me until I saw a print of her’s of a couple matryoshkas called “His and Hers.” I’ve always had an unhealthy love for all things Russian - the culture, history, language, authors, but especially their matryoshkas! Such cool toys, man!
So, with this new idea in mind, I spend a couple nights designing my own matryoshka, booked the appointment and went in to get my first NYC ink from one of the best of the best. I’ll most certainly be getting more work from this chick, so keep posted for more color peeking around my shirt sleeves.
On the note of tattoos, I’m excited to go back home to Orlando in March. I’m planning a two-week trip, and within the first couple days, I’m getting a back-to-back set of days booked with Enrique, my tattoo artist, to finish as much of the leg sleeve we’ve been working as we can.
So much to look forward to this year!
But, for now, I’m going to try to sleep, so I can stay awake for my millionth hour of work this week, when I go into the kitchen tomorrow.