Fill in the blank.
Crosby Street, NYC.
The morning commute.
West 4th Street, NYC.
This Fourth of July, declare your independence from your Christmas tree.
Seriously.
Bleecker Street, NYC.
“That’s so true, darling. This morning while eating my egg white and kale frittata I was thinking, is there nothing even remotely interesting in New York anymore?”
Mercer Street, NYC.
East 2nd Street, NYC.
At least we have our ridiculousness to keep us dry.
Bleecker Street, NYC.
Perhaps you’re thinking that there is absolutely nothing ridiculous about a postman’s delivery cart with an ashtray attached, but you’re wrong.
Downing Street, NYC.
A message from above.
Mercer Street, NYC.
Another thinly veiled cry for help on the streets of Manhattan.
Sixth Avenue, NYC
Neck Face, the Butt Head of a new generation.
Jay Street, Brooklyn
Bedford Street, NYC.
Madison Avenue, NYC.
That’s a fashion week blizzard for you, courtesy of NYC.
Father Demo Square, NYC.
It’s Tuesday. Stop and smell the ridiculous.
Please.
Bedford Street, NYC.
It’s 1:57pm. Do you know where your Christmas tree is?
Sullivan Street, NYC.