The Chelsea Hotel, where Sid Vicious killed Nancy Spungen and where Ethan Hawke lived when Uma Thurman kicked him out.
Two naked men in MOMA.
A shopping Jewish boy.
David Letterman’s studio.
Looking towards Times Square.
Somewhere on Broadway.
A corner pashmina salesman.
Bernadette Peters’ apartment building.
Alexander McQueen’s storefront.
The view from my seat at a Cuban restaurant in the East Village. This might have been the best food I had all week.
After dinner, our friends Darren and Jody took us to their place for a couple more drinks. They opened their blinds and revealed their view of the Empire State Building. It literally took our breath away.
This cop on the left, in the train station in Brooklyn, was seriously hot.
On the train.
And after a while, the train (the Q line, I think) came out of the ground and crossed the Manhattan Bridge, giving us a great view of the city.
I think that’s all.