Photographic Sacrifice.

It's been so long. Me and the blog. And I must say, I've missed it immensely. I don't look at the world around me as closely and critically when I'm not looking for blog topics. And that's unfortunate. It promotes a different type of awareness. I'm not saying there haven't been things to blog about in the last 2 months. New York City continues to be absurd. Coincidental. Moments of delight each day. But I do feel like I've missed some things.

I've moved, again. 4th time in 8 months. People tell me that's just how it goes for the first year in NYC. When a better situation presents itself, so do you. No matter the hassle. This time I moved on New Years Eve to an apartment in the lower west village. The apartment belongs to a guy who can't get back in the United States. Although he's a Yale educated lawyer, his Israeli citizenship presents a long wait for a greencard. Perhaps U.S. immigration is wondering if we really need more lawyers? Perhaps U.S. immigration would prefer that Israel have another lawyer. I don't know. Meanwhile his apartment sits vacant.

So, I now live in the building where the show Friends is presumed to have been filmed - although it really took place on a Hollywood set. The exterior of the building was panned in the beginning of every episode. Each morning there are hoards of camera donned tourists snapping photos of my apartment. Who are these people? And do they really find pleasure in photographing the exterior of a building that was used in some brainless sit-com? Nevertheless, I'm sure they hold some lewd photos of me getting dressed for the work day.

I love the above photo. Not only is it a delighful Truffaut-ian angle on the street below, but it is absurdly hilarious in a very New York way. It's a damn cold, blustery, snowy day and these people still trek to this exact corner to photograph a building because it was on T.V. This is the sort of thing I need to draw a Venn diagram of to fully understand.