Posts Tagged ‘brooklyn’

Cat.

January 7, 2011

Remember when Audrey Hepburn tossed that cat out of the cab, at the end of Breakfast at Tiffanys, as some sort of romantic display of freedom? Have you ever wondered what would have happened to that thing if George Peppard hadn’t put her in her place, and gone looking for it? I think I came across the grim result of what may have happened to Cat, if someone other than Capote had written the story.

I was walking to the subway from my house faster that usual, to avoid the cold any more than I had to, when this little guy slowly limped into the middle of the street and took a seat. I quickly snapped a photo of its black silhouette in the middle of the isolated snow white road and then realized that it was in really bad shape. I got closer, and took a more detailed shot.

Due to my hatred for cats, I kind of said “poor dude” and walked on. Then guilt set in. I thought of how horrible it must be to need help, and have someone document your pain as amusement. I realized that if I left, I would never be able to look at the photographs of this cat without a voice in the back of my head reminding me that this was the shot that represented me being a bad person. Someone heartless enough to walk away from something that needed help.

I turned around and went back to the cat just before it just rammed by a semi truck. I scooted it to the side of the road, called animal control to come and pick it up, and waited around for a bit listening to it wheezing for air.

I was hoping that by crossing a black cats path, and going beck to help it, would be good luck for me. Unfortunately though, I was told that I only absorb one of its lives. So when you see me crawling around at the age of 150, it has something to do with this photo.

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One Photo From 1.1.11.

January 2, 2011

Despite the fact that I most defiantly have flu monsters crawling around in my system, I think its off to a good start.

Thank heaven for two thousand and eleven.

Spoons And ‘Toons.

November 22, 2010

As much as I enjoy the tradition of weekend brunches filled with a table of hungover friends looking down shamefully, I more so miss the days of waking up and seeing how long I could possibly stay in bed watching cartoons until my stomach told me I had to get out of my room and into the kitchen for a sugary cereal fix and a glass of artificial strawberry milk.

Nothing brings out the kid in me quite like a Strawberry Quik White Russian.

At what age did that stop becoming the most loved and anticipated part of my Saturday? The question puzzled me for quite sometime before realizing that it didn’t. Turns out that at the age of 25, I still prefer a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch along side an episode of Bobbys World over a 45 minute wait for a 15 dollar omelette at someplace too loud to enjoy that time with my friends.

This is a conclusion I recently came to with the help of Spoons, Toons, and Booze. An free (yet donation friendly) event that, since this summer, has been hosted every Saturday at the Brooklyn Knitting Factory. Remember David the Gnome or The Adventures of Gummi Bears? They do. Spoons, Toons, & Booze satisfies both your current and nostalgic needs by allowing you to get hammered while watching a wide array of retro classic cartoons and enjoy any of the several provided cereals!

(or a mixture of your favorites, since being an adult means no one can limit your sugar intake.)

The above mentioned concoction obviously belonged to this manchild

I happen to decide on documenting my Saturday morning on a D.A.R.E. themed cartoon day. It involved

  • Cartoons that were based around anti-drug education
  • PSA’s featuring Pee Wee, TMNT, and some questionable songs
  • A drug trivia round, to which I helped lead my team to victory!

The paper was apparently recycled from TV Party nights.

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a week in Brooklyn (90-95/365)

March 5, 2010

mmmm braaaains (88/365)

March 1, 2010

Nothing like MRIs and Earl Grey cookies from Bakeri all in one sitting with Bee

Mixed Company (78/365)

February 19, 2010

The other day I got to spend some time with Justin and Lucy. Played video games with Justin and “Please don’t accidently take off my finger in this game of tug-o-war” with Lucy.

Justin knew I was feeling a bit down recently and made me a mix before I left. Needless to say, he lifted my sprits and warmed my little ole’ heart which probably smelt like rotting gruyere cheese beforehand.

Heres what was on it:

1. the knife – pass this on
2. fever ray – when i grow up
3. dangermouse and sparklehorse – little girl (featuring julian casablancas)
4. rainer maria – tinfoil
5. jawbox – savory
6. alkaline trio – this could be love
7. pinback – penelope
8. reverie sound revue – you don’t exist if i don’t see you
9. camera obscura – happy new year
10. dinosaur jr. – feel the pain
11. dave rawlings machine – sweet tooth

A Love Train (76/365)

February 15, 2010

I happen to have had the best Valentines day ever. I had such a day full of love that I decided to spread it around a bit.

I turned the L train into the Love train.

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A Place For Kids And Junkies

July 30, 2009

A Lot of Bikes

On the 4th of July, all of my potential plans went to shit. Not too surprised. If it involves groups of people gathering to grilling meats on an open fire with the potential of explosives going off, I’m always the forgotten one.

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What the fuck ever.

Psh! Mosquitoes, eating overcooked meats in the dark, rowdy people with poor shoe choices being drunk off shitty beer. Its prrrrrobably not my thing.

The issue intercepting my fantasy hatred for this summer activity is that I LOVE BBQs! I can’t resist the smell of openly burning meat and coals!!!!

Texting

I started off my failed Independence Day by cleaning my house and talking about my BBQ dilemmas with my very hung over friend, who could relate. This couch bound friend spent her time multi tasking. She went between listening to me and checking her phone after drunkly suggesting for an acquaintance to throw a BBQ so that she could invite herself to it, the night before. A noble attempt, in my eyes.

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To escape from the fumes of pitty and Windex, we went for a walk. Had a man with a mouth full of meat in his mouth not been walking out of an open crack of a solid gated lot right off of the Jefferson L stop, we would have walked right passed it.

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We poked our little blonde heads in only to see that this was more than your average junk filled lot. This lots ‘junk’ meticulously formed a 9 hole mini golf course, developed by a series of local artists. As if we weren’t sold right there and then,  right by the entrance was A FUCKING BBQ!

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$1 for a hot dog, $2 for a burger. Yes. We had found ourselves desperate enough for the joys of BBQing on the 4th of July so much so that we were willing to pay someone to let us join in.

It was well worth it!

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The Putting Lot ended up being a hidden gem amongst many converted warehouse with a lack of interesting businesses.

the putting lot

The mini golf course was created and is run on a volunteer basis. The Putting Lot hires volunteers to work 4 hour shifts throughout the summer, to manage the Brooklynites that come to fill the holes at 5 bucks a pop.

Ha. I said “come to fill holes”.

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The groups involved in this project have taken the most random assortment of items and turned them into 9 interesting things to watch as a reaction of hitting a ball with a stick. If you couldn’t tell, I’ve never had much of an interest in mini golf. But its hard for me to resist my love for junk art and creative uses for pill bottles, type writers, and fire places.

seed bombs

See The Putting Lots website for more info


All photos taken by Chloe Rice


Summer Through Photos

July 5, 2009

National holiday celebration was a success!

  • I ate meat
  • made smores
  • saw fireworks make the skyline of New York look amazing
  • (the fireworks are still going at 2am)
  • ran up and down the street like a child
  • went on my roof
  • hula hooped 
  • sewed 
  • mini golfed
  • watched a season of Welcome Back Kotter
  • found ice cream
  • packed 

Smo Hop

Naomi Jobs

 

Smores

 

Hot Days

mini golf
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I Don’t Think That’s How You Do It.

May 1, 2009

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I Don’t Think That’s How You Do It.
Brooklyn, NY 
2009

Model: Russ

Photo By: Chloe Rice

A Glass Steam House

April 27, 2009

glassandglassCousins Philip and Ira Glass will be preforming for a Gala event on Tuesday at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Dumbo Brooklyn!

The other night, I was at the Warehouse for La Didone, presented by The Wooster Group. It was pretty much an operatic version of Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers. The space is not small, but intimate. This should be amazing night but be warned that there is no AC, and summer in NY began 3 days ago after that Spring season we had on Thursday.

A friend of mine appropriately  compared the space to a Turkish Bath House.


“Sometimes I ask Philip what he’s hearing when he plays his own music, and he points out things that I as a non-musician would never notice. It makes me hear his work completely differently. It’s fascinating, and it’s a side of him most people never get to see. We thought it would make for an intimate and special sort of evening to have that conversation onstage, with a piano, at St. Ann’s Warehouse.” 

– Ira Glass on Philip Glass