july 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
pro bono at it's finest
some friends of mine opened this amazing "space" downtown good for all sorts of events, shoots, and gatherings.
that being said, most of the shots are mine in addition to being yet another example of pro bono work at it's finest...
july 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
arabfest 2010
at the behest of a friend, i attended the arab-american festival in no-ho yesterday. the kebabs, hookah, and henna were abundant and the vibe was mellow, yet joyous. all in all, im heading to lebanon...
july 2010
july 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
i am officially dominican
i spent my holiday on the front stoop of my building grilling (my first time ever!), drinking margaritas, and lounging in lawn chairs...
july 2010
july 2010
independence day
yesterday was our nation's independence day and i thought i would take a moment to pose a question about independence. my independence. a subject that has been barroom and office fodder for some time now. perhaps this is not the kind of autonomy that our forefathers had in mind when they commissioned b.ross to stitch up those stripes and stars, but this is one that just occurred to me whilst walking in the village en route to one of my jobs this evening.
a nice young man approached me. asked me for my number. i obliged.
now, i don't want to come off as egotistical or big-headed, because I am far from it. in fact, the more closely i evaluate my own behavior, the more i see how insecurity-driven it really is, but here in new york there are many people. many young people. and many young people interacting. i am one of those people interacting and i get approached on a very regular basis.
i often comment that i meet someone on the subway AT LEAST once a week.
i also often say that all Dude X is looking for is a hole, and a heartbeat.
poetic, i know. luckily, i posses both.
so here is my question. after giving my number to this young man only hours after having a first date with another gentleman caller, i wonder how a woman, such as myself, who has dated half of new york city's urban demographic and has given out her california digits to many a man is SO single.
i don't even mean just a little single. single and a half. but really, truly, single. i have male friends, i have crushes, and i have the occasional baby romance, usually more created within the confines of my overly large head than in the reality of the mean streets of the city.
i mean, statistics be damned. i just don't understand.
if i have this much interaction, and give out my personal mathematics so often, how is it i am home in bed alone on almost any given evening?
jaime escalante didn't say anything about using our mathematical skills in the dating field.
evidently math is only good for figuring out a tip or building a roller coaster.
i suppose i should just be proud that i live in the land of the free and the home of the single.
where a woman can have auditory trysts with as many as she likes, and be none the better for it.
god bless america.
july 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
shout out
Just because my name happens to have two N's in this Manhattan Times recap, it does not mean that I am no honored, and as proud as ever to be a part of the UC. Thanks, Led!
june 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
good things come in threes
I was on a shoot in New Jersey last week and since I was already in the state in which the 3 loves of my lives (Simone, don't worry, you're still on the list as well) reside, I figured I would stop by their suburban paradise and get some Auntie Nani time before they went to their ever exclusive swim club. What I was met with was 3 pint sized D-Bags thirsty for blood. Don't get me wrong, my nephews are the best things ever and I would lay down my life for them, butt man these kids are crazy. I wasn't even out of the rental car door before I was berated with questions as to why I was there in acerbic tones and actual, physical violence. Although I consider myself an aunt to many, as many women of my age, stature, and reproductive status do, the Geller boys clearly have a special place, as they are my only sister's spawn.
Although these beastly characters think that they are big bad men men, and I am just a mere, inferior female, that did not stop them from all pouncing on me at once, seeing who could reach the highest heights of all that my 5 feet 7 inches had to offer. They are lucky that the Irish stock is thick in my veins and I am pretty burly.
After 20 minutes with Ryan, James, and Griffin and I was ready to retreat back to the mellow and mild metropolis in which I reside, where the crack heads mind their business and the drug dealers only shout things like, "Yo, Bri Bri, you're the baddest shorty on Audubon" (and yes, that is a direct quote!). Leaving bruised, beaten and battered I was only left with the injuries incurred and a dozen photos of my exceedingly handome sobrinos. I feel as though these photos, of which there are a select few here, may have captured just what that Friday afternoon was: summertime, childhood, and most of all, bro-dome.
You tell me what you think...
ps. how much is the photo above a beastie boys album cover!
june 2010
Although these beastly characters think that they are big bad men men, and I am just a mere, inferior female, that did not stop them from all pouncing on me at once, seeing who could reach the highest heights of all that my 5 feet 7 inches had to offer. They are lucky that the Irish stock is thick in my veins and I am pretty burly.
After 20 minutes with Ryan, James, and Griffin and I was ready to retreat back to the mellow and mild metropolis in which I reside, where the crack heads mind their business and the drug dealers only shout things like, "Yo, Bri Bri, you're the baddest shorty on Audubon" (and yes, that is a direct quote!). Leaving bruised, beaten and battered I was only left with the injuries incurred and a dozen photos of my exceedingly handome sobrinos. I feel as though these photos, of which there are a select few here, may have captured just what that Friday afternoon was: summertime, childhood, and most of all, bro-dome.
You tell me what you think...
ps. how much is the photo above a beastie boys album cover!
june 2010
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