Hearts.

Last night at 2AM, at the zenith of a full-on production frenzy, I was frazzled, tired, irritated, underslept, and still working to make designs, drawings, plans, and images better. I've learned that stints like this are required to create anything truly great. Maybe I'm a masochist of sorts in this regard, but I have yet to see fabulous human movements of any kind arise from either comfort or without great labor.

In the middle of all this work, I stumbled upon this aerial of Harlem and it made me stop for a moment. Funny? Cheesy? Peculiar? Doesn't matter because it made me smile.