As I was working on some final interviews and meeting this past Sunday, my partner-in-crime Amanda took a bunch of photos in NoLita (is that a real neighborhood term, it seems made up everytime someone says to me, "Its in NoLita." That is like saying NoPa in San Francisco, like, when did that name come about?) and the Lower East Side. 

Your correspondent makes a few appearences, as I was used as a model a few times. I like all the shots because it was a really nice evening/afternoon, it was a crisp day, and I wasn't taking the photos and my work was done for the trip, and I got a chance to mill about, do a little shopping/walking around the shops, and just hang out. 

The shot above is from the lobby of the Ace Hotel, where they have a massive wall of stickers, tags, album covers, etc, that act like wallpaper. Pretty cool stuff. Now, on to the action at hand... 

A Ricky Powell tribute. Cats are fresh.

Your correspondent. I was actually walking backwards, sort of hamming it up, but I didn't realize she was taking pictures. Well, this is what I look like not in California. 

The window of Freeman's Sporting Club, one of the best men's stores on planet earth. Suits, pea coats, dress shirts, boots, ties, knit caps, etc. And you can get a haircut and shave in the back. I love this place. 

And at the end of Freemans Alley is Freemans, a restaurant I eat at almost every night I'm in NYC. The artichoke dip is amazing. 

I know, I know, this looks like the glamour shot of the night, "look at me, I'm looking serious," but really, if you were there, I was so damn hungry at this point, and I had to pose to test the light, and I was starting to get annoyed, but sort of having a good time, but sort of staring at Freemans behind me wanting some artichoke dip, macaroni and cheese, and a Stella, but instead I was standing outside look pensive. Well, guess what, I'm posting it. I don't mind self-promotion, this is my blog. Now you know what I look like. I don't want any comments call me vain. 

Bye New York City. Thank you Yankees. Thank you Lower East Side. Thank you James, Dustin, Karl, Bruce, and Ace. Thank you Tegan and Sara (more on that later).