Cobble Stones at my feet

yesterday, molly and i went to Dumbo for an art gallery festival. she had to go for class, i went with her as a companion.





some of the artwork we looked at in one of the galleries/studios.




we also walked around a farmer's market and at the sunday brooklyn flea.


molly wanted to stop in this found wood furniture store. they had these sick animal sculptures. i dig the elephant one a lot. the place smelt really good as well. it was kind of a mix between burnt wood, cinnamon, dead leaves, and dirt. i wish every day of my life smelled like that.

glass dildos anyone? i think i saw something on the history channel once where they talked about these phallic creations.


an old merry-go-round that was restored. we couldn't go on it because new york state law says that there has to be at least 4 feet of space between the ride and a wall. there was only 2 feet of space. no ride.


taking pictures when going out is weird. i might do it again.

another of my cousins got engaged. it's pretty cool. i don't know how i feel about this weird growing up business. i just want to watch saturday morning cartoons and call my sister a butt head.
i'll just call her instead.