🎤 Stellar performance from Tobe Nwigwe last night at Blue Note. His new project is a really exciting fusion of his Igbo-Houston roots. I love how the man came out before the show and greeted everybody in line personally.

👻 This mysterious flyer has been poppin' up around Brooklyn

✏️ New Word Learned:

Tramontane: a cold, dry, and often fierce north or northwesterly wind that blows out of the mountains down into the western Mediterranean and Italy

✏️ New Word Learned:

Pampero: a strong, cold, and often violent wind that blows from the west, southwest, or south across the pampas (grasslands) of South America

✏️ New Word Learned:

Peneplain: a gently undulating, mostly featureless landscape formed by prolonged erosion, particularly by rivers, over immense spans of geologic time

✍ New blog post up now // Get My Good Side

The irony about people posing for the camera (at least in street photography) is that they often stop doing the very thing that made me want to take a photo of them. The more they try to look like how they’re supposed to, the less they look like themselves.

The chest expands, the lips get tighter, the chin tilts a little less daringly. Even if their appearance remains the same, you can tell the spirit has left them. It’s astounding how one camera can turn a whole man into a mannequin.

🎵 Last post for the week.

Seems like the recently leaked Kendrick Lamar track is legitimate. Not a fan of all of it, but crazy his cuts are still better than 90% of other rapper’s official releases. Not to mention I love that Dot is always experimenting.

I heard you got a big name, so what?
Turn a big mouth to a pop-tart
It’s either rock bottom or a rock-star
The hate and the love go side to side
The hate and the love go, side to side

♊️

🕺 When I was just fifteen, I’d spend hours teaching myself every movement in a Kyle Hanagami choreo set. Fifteen years later, he is still one of the best. Whether then or now, his dancing is a delight to watch. 10/10 recommend.

🏀 My train operator this morning, on intercom:

“This is a Manhattan-bound 5 train— KNICKS IN FIVE— to Bowling Green. Stand clear of the closing door please and have a beauuuuutiful day.”

Last night’s game was, indeed, electric. It’s like a curse has been broken. Some life-long New Yorkers woke up 27 years younger.

📸 Friends Borrowing A Park Bench in New Jersey

📸 Narnia-esque lampost. Brooklyn.

📸 More photos because why not?

Skate Park beneath the bridge. Manhattan, NYC.

📰 As heartbreaking as the stories in The New Yorker’s expose on Andrew Tate are, I am ecstatic to see this man continually discredited. He is a sex trafficker, abuser, rapist, and villain. His downfall cannot come soon enough. Period.

💬 Love this poem from Jorge Luis Borges:

If I could live again my life,
In the next — I’ll try,
— to make more mistakes,
I won’t try to be so perfect,
I’ll be more relaxed,
I’ll be more full — than I am now,
In fact, I’ll take fewer things seriously,
I’ll be less hygenic,
I’ll take more risks,
I’ll take more trips,
I’ll watch more sunsets,
I’ll climb more mountains,
I’ll swim more rivers,
I’ll go to more places — I’ve never been,
I’ll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
I’ll have more real problems — and less imaginary ones…

Read the full poem here.

📸 Evening in Chinatown #2

📸 Evening in Chinatown

📸 Skate Park in Manhattan #3

📸 Skate Park in Manhattan #2