An Ode to My Furniture Parties

I must have my furniture parties.

I adore furniture that posesses color, texture and form. Chairs have personalities. Having a vareity of chairs in a room (supplemented by a smaller variety of other furniture) is like having a party. I am never in the mood for the same kind of party over and over again. There are my lazy days, my bright and colorful days, my sleek days and my pastel days, and sometimes i just need to have a natural calm day. These are some of my select party guests.

This is the lady of the house. She is gorgeously settled in her days.

He has been with her for a long time. He cant move. he can but he pretends he cant.

This is the old landladies best friend, the other old lady.

This is what keeps them cool.

She makes any day a party of its own. She looks best from the back.

While he looks best from the diagonal.

This little boy looks like a party pooper. but no he is not.

These little boys are the mischevious ones.

Here is the pretty lady.

and the pretty ladies pretty bowls.

these were some of my favorite party guests, but i have many more favorite party guests. It is not impossible to get in my favorites list, but it is not so easy either.

Must have a private red party

a party for four. shapes, sizes and feels of all kinds.

i would be happy at any party with this one.

this is gently experimental.

this looks goofy but he is a good pasttimer. FYI - the secret with this little buddy's little buddy is that it is connected to the big buddy with an elastic string so you can kick it around and it comes back to you. i prefer it in black... but the black party was too sleek to let him in.

the red party regular.

Must have a natureful calm party

i ran out of words for the time being.

Must have a sleek black party

Euro but not trash.

Must have a very big textureful white party

white is the new white is the new white is the new white.

paper white

translucent white

royal white

smooth white

ghost white

wire white

prickly white

milky white

gauzy silk white

rippled white

delicate white

tanning white

skeltal white

light me white

hot white

fun white

meteor white

furry white

Finally Must have a playful colorful party

Looking Up

They say that people in New York look down when they walk. I do. I rarely remember to look straight ahead of me let alone looking up. I am much more familiar with the cracks, the dirt and the puddles on the streets than with the store signs or color of cars. I also accredit my obsession with shoes to my ever expanding observation of shoes instead of observing the faces who wear those shoes. This morning I tried to look up. I looked up at home. I looked up on my way to the subway and in the subway. But I had already forgotten to look up on my way from the subway to the office when I remembered to look up again. Below is what I saw when I looked up.

The Bathroom and the Kitchen

The Foyer and The Door

Chamber Street Station and Reade Street Fire Stairs

The 1 Train and The Skyline

The Ceiling at Work and the Bathroom at Home

The Bathroom Wall and the Sky

Me and The Kitchen Cabinets

The Kitchen Window and The Foyer

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Looking Up

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4th Fans

Celebrating Forth's Early Millenium

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clap clap clap

Beach Please

It rained on Saturday
It snowed on Sunday
It snowed more on Monday
It was the day after big snow day on Tuesday
It started warming up yesterday
It is nice today
Beach Please

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SNAP East: A Journey called 92 Reade

Today I have gone blog crazy. First I archived some goodies from the bright and orange A&A. I dipped into some dangerous territory there. Then I had a moment and archived one of my favorite professors and his environ. The blog crazy day was only half way there.

I realized that I was reaching too far out in my memories, looking too far away and not looking at what was right in front me: 92 Reade. So I woke up. I opened my eyes. I took out my snap snap and SNAP.



This is 92 Reade. 2 doors East of 100 Reade, our New york Headquarters where the big shots and some other shots reside. This is 92 Reade. The Side Shot.

This is Ed at Work. He is the first person we encounter everyday.

Ed is the Coat Check Clerk. Ed has a much revered position at 92 Reade.

My standing with Ed is special. While most 92 Readers leave empty handed when they drop their coats at Ed's coat check, I recieve a green ticket, which I make sure to return at the end of the day. (The end of the Day - this is an unknown at 92 Reade)

This is Buckardo. Buck is the happiest man in 2009. See him smiling back at 2009 in this snap.

This is Christine. Christine is Buck's left hand. She sits right in front of me and I always check out what is on her screen. I police her screen.

This is DD. He is my neighbor. He is a mystery man in tight pants and two screens. He MADE his desk untidy for the photo shoot today. It is the look of the day in tight pants. One of his mysterious screens is displaying a blog! One that is not my blog. DD is policing other blogs to help me out in my market research.

This is the phone. The phone is Shane's ghost. Shane always sends emails about the phone. The phone is either connected to the network or off the network. Shane always lets us know the status.

This is the list. The list contains all the versions.

Now I am approaching Me. This the view of Me, from the back seat. Me is the cool kid at the back seat.

This is Me's foreground. The screen features today's blog; the screen has ears that were bequeathed by Emily. That bag is my camera's fancy bag by Oscar de la Renta - i bought it for a dollar cause Oscar and I are buddy buddy. Christine is talking to her right hand Buck and the new guy Aaron is approaching from the upper left corner of the left ear.

This is the 2 coffees. Inside the coffee mug is the bad coffee; inside the aper cup is the slightly better coffee. I bought the better coffee yesterday and cooled it in the fridge for a day. Try it! it is a bad idea.

This is me.

One of the Greatest Men Alive

A.P.

The Studio

The Porch

The Study

The Art

Vanessa's Millwork

Archiving V's millwork for the A&A archives, smoothly orange.

Dangerous Territory

Dean Who?

The Oldies but the Goodies

Paul Rudolph must have loved bright bright orange.

The pink bins look just so amazing with the orange.

I know that everybody who has lived in this building must have a sly smile on their face:

wondering what the orange carpets look like after the initiation party.

I heard they already had to replace the one in the 6th floor pit after the first week.