THIS IS THE END

of summer. September's around the corner. Where did time go? I barely remember the excitement of summer's approach. When you're not in school anymore, the season of rampant vacations and constant festivities is actually a time to work, hustle, and start providing for yourself and your future.

Doesn't mean we can't have those fleeting moments of fun to pass those free hours you worked hard fo!!!!!!!..doe.

STURF

Hansel and Basel totes know what they is doing.

My tumblr's theme has a randomization setting, so as I add more entries the orientation or size of the picture can change each time I visit the page. As a result, there were some fun combinations that intrigued me.

Brooklyn explorations, the Steven Alan home shop, and housewarming parties.

No Creativity

Just some inspiration. More like, "I-want-it-so-let's-call-it-inspiration" inspiration.

Damn you, La Garconne. Damn you.

VSCOcam crazy

I love VSCOCAM. Plain and simple.

It's rare

that I set my mind to things. Am I boasting? Maybe. Anyway, let me continue talking about myself. So I usually take the N or Q train home from work, and on the way the train always goes above ground onto the Manhattan Bridge. The view is like a huge sigh of relief after a long day. It's like a big, metal dolphin taking a breath of air before it goes down into gross, rat-infested waters. (Like my metaphor? Like the only literary tool I remember from English class?)

Every time I see that view, especially the sight of graffiti-covered buildings in Chinatown that makes me want to just jump out and Instagram the crap out of them, I think to myself, "I have to walk this bridge." This past Friday, I ended early from internship and decided that I was, indeed, going to take that walk.

I went home, spent a little bit too much time eating and online window shopping. Nonetheless, I packed my backpack full of things I didn't need but thought I might need just incase there was a park or bench along the way (there are none of those things on a bridge). I walked from my apartment all the way across the bridge, proudly stopping about 28 times to take pictures. I then further walked into Chinatown and took a train to Union Square, only to take another train soon after back home with the same view that I just walked..

All this to say, I did something I put my mind to. It was a small task, but it was some solid, alone me-time. It's a lot harder than you think to get solo reflection time in New York. I've been so busy hustling (and bustling) that I haven't had any time to myself, and it was actually pretty lovely (three adverbs in a row, eek). These are just some photos of that rewarding walk.