Ace of Taste

The Ace Hotel's been getting a lot of buzz, and with good reason. Lots of tasty little fat nuggets on offer from April Bloomfield (pork rinds! cheese tarts!) swanky digs and a delightfully emaciated Euro clientele. I'm in!

Click here for my review of the Ace Hotel lobby bar for The L magazine.

Doomsday Funtime

Here's the online version of a piece I wrote about Futurists for the good folks down at Heeb Magazine. All of these guys were great interview subjects, and I learned a ton about the possibility of psychedelic communion with the natural world WITHOUT committing a federal offense. Enjoy!

*Artwork credit: Adria Fruitos

Roofio

Berry Park has the potential to get super hip. Check it out the next time you're in the unclaimed territory between Williamsburg and Greenpoint. And check out my latest review for The L!

*Photo Credit: Berry Park

Out of the House

Seriously, I went easy on this guy. I had a midnight attack of conscience and deleted a paragraph where I called the manager by name and demanded his resignation from the food service industry. My review of Su Casa for The L.

*Photo Credit: Adam "Witchcraft" Au

Insane in the Jane

Herein lies my review of the Jane Hotel bar. Straight out of an undead fairytale, this is what the heights of New York nightlife can be. Highly recommended!

Garden of A**holes

In this, my latest bar review for The L, the kickass editors don't touch my work and I get hostile about shoddy service and balls. Check it out!

Photo Credit: Adam "Ricochet" Au

Hotttttt Pixxxxxx

Here's a picture of my Uncle Bob with a camel:



Did you know that the Safe Haven Law in Nebraska has no age limit, so people from all over the country bring their unruly teens and drop them off at hospitals and firehouses? I guess it's better than Option Number One:


This is a very nice picture that I took of an old lady having a conversation with an even older lady. You can see more of my handiwork on my Flickr page:


Here's a shot of me looking great. My friend Travis took it before he got all French and moved to France. Do any artists out there need a muse? I've got to be someone's muse before my spine curvature ossifies.