Small Thoughts

Im in New York sitting at a table on the 4th floor at a building in NYU. These hallways have held and guided the ideas of many great minds. Often because of my passion for fashion I am led to wonder how great my ideas are. I question my creative abilities. What does it take to call oneself an artist?

Am I too much of a dreamer/ romantic to be an intellectual? Will this beautiful approach to life work against me in my pursuit of greater goals?

MY GREATEST GOAL IS MY GREATEST FEAR

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This song is hot. Sexy even. It's totally sexy and I love it.

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Dreaming of my european self

I am very happy to announce that I am officially a Portuguese citizen. I AM EUROPEAN! My identity card came in the mail! It looks something like this:


Last night I experimented in my closet while I dreamt of the european version of myself:



thesartorialist


thesartorialist

Im a fan not a stalker

So I did a NYC directory search for Sedaris, A. The following address came up for (could it be?!?!!?) the one and only Amy Sedaris:

50 W 9 St, Manhattan, NY 10011

I know she lives in Greenwich Village and this address is in that neighborhood. Should I ditch the MOMA and the shopping and find a cafe outside her apartment? I can wait it out I think. But what would I say? Do you think she would be scared if I told her she was my American Idol? Honestly its like this... Madonna, Thom Yorke (not american I know) and Amy Sedaris.

Chimneys, Smoke and Combustion

I am up here



You are down there