© sarah girner
cannot confirm this is the title, but can confirm this belleza came from someone just as lovely. more soon from both of us, i hope. first we have to go handle our business with a bunch of other big red beating hearts on 5th avenue, across the street from the Associated, close to that coffee shop that tears my insides out and smells like maple syrup, up and down that avenue, which, like many others at this point, houses what has become a huge collection of new york memories. i'm grateful for that. brooklyn wins tonight! of this i'm sure. missing on the dance floor will be the bright and funny jan, who non-celebrates this non-holiday in costa rica, and my m-train crush, who non-celebrates with non-me in his non-jeans. happy ridiculous day! 12 million heart butts to all of you < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 special valentine shout-out to g. fiorio, who, while still on susy's shit list, we need something from. so get it together fiorio, or i'm coming over on the next flight with the cornianis for the jugular. also filed under certainties: all the ferraris in the world for sarah's talent. also deserving of praise this week, the moon on the 9th, the recently bar and bat-mitzvahed sophie and evan, amber gress + and her old hasselblad, phil breezy's sardonic yet loving grampa-esque support, mcDonough + the Deezle + pesto + life, jessie wender for that wonderful open door, tea, and feedback (NEW YORK!), the highline and the crisp wind that blew the hat off my fucking head, chloe's underground whale-sized geyser of love, the goodes forever, the bed-stuy waldorf school that finally made a good employment decision, gabe and the other young adults with whom i work every month making images from the digital box, but whose visages stay with me most of all, and my legs, two previously made fun of appendages that i now love with all of my heart. eventually we find our center; everything comes from the center.