31 Thursday May 2012
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We happened across these stunningly well dressed ladies and I had to ask them for a portrait. They’d obviously been there before, but still I asked if they were dressed up for a special occasion.
“Every day is a special occasion!” the gem in the black said. Turns out they’re the gals behind Idiosyncratic Fashionistas, which is one hell of a fashion blog. Thanks for stopping!
24 Friday Jun 2011
Lately I’ve been trying to round people up to check out new parts of the city. Because most of my friends are transplants anyway, it doesn’t take much more than talk of filling up empty soda cans with wine to get them out the door. Recently we checked out Coney Island. First thing we did off the trade was hit up Nathan’s. Chili dog heaven (and as far as internet reviewers are concerned, yes, the dog casing did have a lot of snap).
Leaving the massive hot dog stand behind, we wandered into some sort of street bazaar. It was pretty funny seeing all of the signs proclaiming GUCCI! with a tiny parenthetical “(style)” next to them. Honesty in advertising, right?
13 Monday Jun 2011
Sunday we filled up some water bottles with wine and went to the Brooklyn Flea Market next to the river in Williamsburg to check out Smorgasbord, advertised as being a gathering of local food stalls. $5 tacos abounded, but I did come across an Asian-inspired hot dog stand that was pretty killer. Without the vast selection the name implied, we ended up spending more time wandering around looking at “vintage” knick-knacks.
Blame the wine, but I seemed to be the only one stoked on the dude grinding out sex bass over cheap synth drums in the 7th Ave. station. For his part, he flipped shit on his only fan. Fuck that guy.
Passive-aggressive prostitution intervention?
The flea market mostly focused on dusty furniture, old toys and random artwork.
$145 for a bootsie J. Lo hat? Williamsburg prices I guess.
One of the few things with a lot of potential were the guys slinging records. There might have been some money to be made there. But either way, The Gambler!
Chubby zebras are always a good thing.
This pony is just amazing.
Heroin addict Tony Montana is not something I’d want hanging in my living room.
We stayed until we ran out of wine. Without the glow of covert chardonnay the flea market just lost its luster. This little monster was cool though.
While I’m a fan of the dick shark, “Wop woop! … Fuck” is pretty great.
Re-upping wine on the side of the street? Why not?
Wandering on, we found a craft fair of sorts in McCarren Park. It was huge and definiely more exciting than the flea market.
Call me crazy but I’d rather check out local artists than overpriced yard sale stuff.
The wine ran out again. We ended up at a bar on a roof somewhere.
It was pretty fun.
