In the bar, waiting on another sidecar. One cannot stalk the ghost of Dorothy Parker without booze. That was my favorite purse back then, something I'd found in a thrift store. I have no idea what ever became of it.
Here I'm having an Aslan moment outside the New York Public Library. I'm still kind of amazed I didn't get yelled at by the cops for climbing up there.
The staircase outside our hotel room. Back then, I had a default expression for most photos. This quickly becomes apparent to anyone comparing photos of me from 1994-2001. There's that purse again.
Me and Raphus cucullatus — the dodo, "Didus ineptus" to Linnaeus, late of the island of Mauritius, removed to the American Museum of Natural History. I never make a trip to NYC but that I spend at least one day at the AMNH. It's the closest thing I have to a Notre Dame de Paris or Cappella Sistina. These dodo and me, it was love at first sight. Note the purse.