Blur Week Blur Long
Play this and turn your speakers to an atrocious volume so everyone in the distant vicinity can hear. As if listening to the song alone did not make it clear, I have a new found appreciation for 80’s European pop music…only if it’s in another language of course.
Ninety-Nine Luftballons : Nena
Having not posted for a solid week, here’s the update… It has been a blur of crashing on random couches, working strange jobs and riding every emotion under the sun as we have hunted for a place to call our own.
This is Katie. She is a friend who came to visit from Philly for the day.
This is Cyndi. She took us in on one night’s notice and it was genius. Cyndi is from Newport Beach and she is one punk rock attorney now living in Brooklyn. Enjoyed her couch, her cat and her conversation.
Through some friends, Beard and I were working for Filter magazine all week. Basically paid to hang out at different parties Filter was throwing for CMJ, it meant a little extra cash in hand before we start our legit job early November. These first few were at the Ben Sherman store in Soho. Expensive clothes and expensive people and the coldest wind known to man; it’s no wonder I felt oddly displaced.
This is Brenda. She told us what to do but was so easy-going we really ended up just having fun and making sure everyone else was too.
A collaboration between Filter mag and Toyota means Rockband in the street and Beard and I earning some dough.
CMJ in NYC means “exclusive” parties and lots of live music.
We find ourselves constantly reminded that we are not cool enough to live here. haha.
Monique is gonna hate me for this one but I think it’s funny.
Forget her name but she’s from the UK and is in the band Teenagers.
Teenagers put on a good show, fun and very dancy. Knowing they’re from Paris, I think I would like them better if they sang in French though.
Teenagers love Rockband.
This is Jessica. She makes her own business cards and each one is unique. I appreciate that.
Working the door, Beard checks id’s and I give the stamps. You just never know where I’ll stamp you…
Ch $$$ Ching.
Beard and Tanya. Tanya works at a fashion showroom and says she can hook it up. Oh yeah.
This is Abbra. She emailed me off of my blog one day and it turns out we’re friends of friends of friends or something like that. Next thing you know, she’s out visiting from Denver and staying with her people in Brooklyn. Naturally, we hang out and have a random, fun night and even share some more mutual friends that we had made that week. I want to believe that the world can work like this more often, it’s a beautiful thing. Funny how big the city is and how small the world can be at the same time.
This is Luis. He is from Miami and is the funniest Dominican guy I know. He started off as our broker, helping us to find an apartment and now that he did get us one he is no longer our broker and really just our awesome Domincan amigo.
Staying at Luis’ house. Another morning where you wake up confused and have no idea where you are.
And yet another morning at another strange house.
Yes leather shoes from Salvation army look slick and save you a penny but after a week of walking, toilet paper is your only hope for cushioning your blisters.
The thickest thing I own is a sweatshirt and the average temperature walking the two miles home to the Jersey basement at one in the morning is 39 degrees. Brrrrrr…
“Good times are when people make debts to pay in bad times” -Robert Quinlin
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