Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Chinatown, Manhattan, 1999

For a brief, bright while, Frank St. Jacques and I were best friends. He lived in Chinatown. The night he first walked into Odessa, I felt a punch to my gut and thought, "Oh, this is not going to end well." When inevitability caught up with us, he made me the greatest break up tape ever. To this day, I still love that tape, and I think of him every time I taste whiskey.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Manhattan, 2000
I love this picture of me and Doug because it's a perfect reminder of an everyday moment. We're in a taxi, dashing off to Penn Station to catch the train to his parents' house. I'm wearing my brown satin mary jane heels. He's in his favorite Jones shirt--I think that's the very day he bought it. Everything is exactly how it was.










