New York Interlude: recap

If anyone’s wondering where the promised skyskraper porn is (see previous post) – don’t. It doesn’t exist. Somehow – perhaps for the best – this trip went completely undocumented. whoops. A little too much celebrating, you see. I do however, seem to recall an absolutely hideous building on Astor place, a Band a part like dash through MoMA, and a few healthy recovery hours spent at the Met. Hopefully, I’ll get it together enough to write a little about this past weekend’s misadventures.

oh, and you all need to see Cache.

immediately.