The last few weeks of fall normalcy were abruptly disrupted this past by Hurricane Sandy, which quickly propelled us into full on winter. This represents a month’s worth of diners and art galleries, floods and order, silence and sirens, darkness and brilliance. Fake fall, fast winter.
End of Summer. Early Fall. New York. Vegas. New York again. Leftovers. Keepers. Ephemera and Memories.
$2,400. Seven collective hours of sleep. Lost photos. Staring down the Hoover Dam. Staring down my last dollar. Desperation to elation. Mental clarity in the most artificial city in the world.