Pretty Dapper

About two years ago, in a deep freezing spell, I picked up and went to New York for a week. I rented an apartment in Brooklyn, old and stone, with a couple big windows with glorious views of a solid brick wall three feet away. One morning I woke up and took myself to Manhattan, and hopped on the Staten Island ferry because I can't say no to boats and it seemed like a good idea. It was. I stood out on the deck for most of it, and I was mostly alone, because it was so cold outside everything was frozen and frigid wind whipped right off the water and up the sides of steel boat straight to your bare naked little face. It was exhilarating.

Wonder what she was thinking.

Me lookin' happy. Stole my best friend's Kooples jacket with the fur-lined hood for the day. I can't remember if I asked the stranger to take this using an accent/false identity, but probably.

Lighthouse in the bay.

Sunset over Staten Island.

I don't know these people.

Brooklyn and the moon on the right, Manhattan to the left.