Work Hard. Sleep Hardest.

Aire | Cute Ass Motherfucker

Saw this Squirrel collecting leaves in his mouths no doubt to prepare himself a warm home for the oncoming New York City winter onslaught.  He was on my friend Kenny's neighbor's fence when I was picking him up cos I was gonna sell my Marshal JCM 2000 head and Marshall 1960 cabinet to either Guitar Center or Sam Ash cos my credit card debt right now is $3,000+

Yeah, I know.

I'm an asshole.  But isn't this nigga MAD fat?!

23-Bound, Come Midnight Tonight.

Aire | Prince of Queens

November 16, 1985

Taryn Hoover

Aire | Archangel

Taryn just Instant Messaged me on Facebook and said: "You better damn well put me in there someday."

Well, Taryn.

Looks like today's your day.

The very first picture featured in this entry is from around the time that we first started talking to each other.  I really don't even remember how I found her but it was around the time that MySpace was really big back in 2005/2006 and it was the common habit to just add anyone that was of interest to you.  
So basically, she is just about the greatest girl I've never met.  However, we do talk on the phone once in a while and I did write to her snail mail once this year.  Which... by the way, girl!  I'm still waiting!

I love Taryn because her style is so Southwest.  She represents Arizona & furthermore, I respect & adore this girl for being a genuine heroine for the world.  

1) She went to Africa to volunteer.

2) She toured America and played drums in a band for church.  I love how devoutly religious she is yet a new-age rebel of sorts since she is very open-minded and not a brainwashed zombie zealot pre-programmed according to quote unquote divine robotronics.

The Star-Crossed

Aire | Incandescent & Beautiful

Isn't Kirsten absolutely radiant? When I first saw her, jetsetting past me from our train stop in Astoria, the initial thought that ran through my head was, "Please don't get away."

For she was heads away from me in the crowd and I had to fight my way politely to her side to pose the question, "May I take a picture of you?"

She, as evidence shows, cordially complied and much to my satisfaction, what should have been mere pictures had undergone a metamorphosis and became photographs.

The first picture I took of her was by Hoyt Playground, because the setting was just so urban & she was just glowing.

Even though I just met her, I felt bad because I put her under a spotlight which she didn't have to stand under. Especially since I knew that she had probably just gotten out of work that late evening.

The conversation took place as follows:

Ceasar - I'm sorry. I know we just met. But would you mind if I walked you home? A classy lady like you, I wouldn't wanna see you get hurt.

Kirsten - Oh yeah? In Astoria? It's not a bad neighborhood!

Ceasar - Yeah I know, but. It's fine, I don't have to. Just wanted to throw it out there.

Kirsten - No, it's fine. But what are you gonna do in case something happens?

Ceasar - I dunno. Scare them off with my big, bad, black leather jacket?

Kirsten laughed & then said, "Alright, let's go."

Kanika

Aire | FOX

Kanika - Okay! Wow! That's so flattering! I better not get any bad comments!
You really made my day cos I just got out of a bio test.

Me - Oh! I love this one! This one is hot! I love your attitude & flair!

Kanika - Oh, you are a hot talker! I mean, sweet talker!
I'm glad that I can help make some people's day by telling them honest compliments. I think I have a thing for all black outfits just cos it's so New York City. California is full of color. New York City style is notoriously known for being dark. i.e. Black, Gray, Blue, Brown. Kanika's lace cardigan really caught my eye at first & then when she smiled, my eyes melted-- so I had to take these pictures whilst blind.

V. Payne

Aire | $eriou$Veronika & I met after our Psychology of Human Sexuality class and while we were hanging out outside and I lent her my coat cos she was cold... I told her that she should be a model.

She said, "I do."

Technics

Aire | Lovely in MonotoneMe - Excuse me, I love your shoes. Where are they from?
Montserrat - They're from the Gap.
Me - Really?!! I thought they only had Converses!
Montserrat - Yeah! 28 dollars!

All About Her Hair

Aire | Not So Bedhead, After All

"Yeah, I use a little bit of gel."

What's your secret?

"I sleep with my hair in a bun."

Thank you! What's your name, by the way?

"Alex."

P.S.
Style isn't always about being brand-conscious or seeking out the latest trends or attempting to be avante garde & fashion forward.

I loved her particularly because she was just wearing any ol' t-shirt. Which on top of everything else considered, matched perfectly with her carefree hairstyle.

The Stranger's Guide to Standing Out... Murderously

Aire | Purest Ivory Bag of Lies

The dramatic stark comparison of his ivory bag is much too suspicious.

All the better to be dressed in crimson then, wouldn't it?

You know you love me...
xoxo NYC | Aire

Alexa-- short for Alexandra.

Aire | Silver White Melody

Me: I really like your hair. I'm so jealous cos I've always wanted hair like that but my hair could never do it.
Alexa: Oh. I just bleached it and added a little blue to make it blonde.

Personally, I really am confused with the idea of putting blue to get silver-white. But then again, I know nothing of hair dye formulas other than the fact that silver-white hair is the pinnacle of tough, especially on the young.

Blame the japanese anime & video game comic book fanboy dork in me.

She is true. She is Cavaliere.

Aire | A Quiet Girl Enjoying Her Quiet Morning

Her: Are you taking pictures of me?
Me: Yeah.
Her: Why?
Me: For reference. I'm an artist with terrible memory.
She laughs & says, "Okay."
Which was where I made my introduction.

Me: Wow. Your last name... it means that you're...
Her: A knight?
Me: Exactly. That you're a hero.

Me: Well, it was very nice meeting you. Again, my name is Ceasar & I'll be on my way.
Lisa: Bye! Have fun drawing me!
Me: Oh, I will. Because your hair is very nice.

Your Woodstock Mystery

Aire | 1969 Time Traveller

Me - Would you mind giving me your e-mail?
Her - I don't want to give it out.
Me - Would you like for me to write down the name of my site for you?
Her - No thanks.
Me - So you don't want to see yourself?
Her - I'm sorry, I really don't care.
Me - Well before you go, can I at least get your name?
Her - I don't want to give it out.


Of course, she's too cool for me. Check out that demure gaze from her jaded eyes. Her hair is straight out of 1969 & her jacket from her Grandma of a Cowgirl.