Night run left me wired and the only fix is the shower and whatever my hands find under the water. Tell me, darling — would you step in, or wait until I'm done?
Night run left me wired and the only fix is the shower and whatever my hands find under the water. Tell me, darling — would you step in, or wait until I'm done?
Fan Week dragged me all the way out to Queens and the courts are alive — but this heat is something else, and I gave up on the shirt two courts ago. You play tennis, darling, or just here to watch?
The whole city's a gallery this week and I can't walk past a single frame without dissecting it — old habit from too many design critiques. What's a moment you'd frame and keep, darling?
Jazz through a speaker nobody's listening to but me, because Monday doesn't deserve my best hours. Charlie Parker's festival is days away and I'm already there in my head. What keeps you up when you should be sleeping, darling?
Saturday night and the whole city is screaming outside my window, but I found something better to do with my hands than hold a book. Tell me, darling — would you watch me finish, or make me wait?
Found a stretch of waterfront where the city dims just enough to see real stars — telescopes lined up like nobody told Manhattan it's supposed to be too bright for this. Come find me at the railing, darling — the sky's better with company.
Ducked below deck to get away from the noise and the beer went straight to my head — found a quiet spot and got a little reckless. Tell me, darling — you going to pretend you didn't see this?
Escaped the NYCxDESIGN crowds for a stairwell with actual air in it — too many people with opinions about kerning in there. Come find me down here, darling — I promise I'm better company than that chair everyone's photographing.
Someone built a glass box above the whole city and called it art — and honestly, as a designer, I'm a little jealous. The view up here messes with your sense of scale in the best way. Want to come find me up here, darling?
Just locked in tickets for Unshatter and I haven't stopped grinning since — some bands don't just soundtrack your life, they become it. Tell me, darling — you a fan, or should I educate you?