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Radio by day. Photographer by night.

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I’ve had a lot of inquiries lately for Boudoir shoots- which I must say, at first, were not my favorite. However, after doing a few more, I’m starting to really like them. They have been turning out beautifully- and make the lovely ladies who book them feel great about themselves! Thank god my condo has numerous painted walls and a guest bedroom perfect for these kind of shoots!

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This was Friday night. The Dickens played at the Hams by my house, so our attendance was a must. My favorite kinds of pictures are the ones where you’re caught doing something stupid in the backgrounds. This is a perfect example. Don’t ask me what we were so surprised by.. i haven’t a clue.

This was Friday night. The Dickens played at the Hams by my house, so our attendance was a must. My favorite kinds of pictures are the ones where you’re caught doing something stupid in the backgrounds. This is a perfect example. Don’t ask me what we were so surprised by.. i haven’t a clue.

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Meet my new curtains and art above the fireplace. Makes it feel much more homey-er.. and not to mention, blocks out the peeping Tom’s from across the way.

Meet my new curtains and art above the fireplace. Makes it feel much more homey-er.. and not to mention, blocks out the peeping Tom’s from across the way.

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worst. tumblr. ever.

I admit- I have been a HORRIBLE blogger over the past year. And not only that, I’ve been cheating on Tumblr. It’s true.. I’ve been over at blogger holdin things down. 

So now comes a slew of updates that i’m copying over from my other blog. 

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It’s official. After a five month long nightmare- I have finally closed on my condo and moved in! Last week was spent painting and replacing light fixtures- I think I was an electrician in another life. Saturday was the big move- and now i’m just about completely settled with the exception of a few clothes boxes. I’m a homeowner- woo!

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genevieveclare: Last night, as my head hit the pillow after too many cocktails with friends, I thought about how I’m too old for a 2:30 am bedtime on a school night.  I mentally scolded myself, promised to drink only smoothies, exercise and go to bed at 9 pm the next day.  But right before I turned over to pass out, I checked my Twitter feed and saw a tweet from John Mayer that he was playing an impromptu 3 am show at a tiny bar close to my apartment. Pete was dog-sitting at his boss’s apartment and asleep already, so I sat there rationalizing with myself.  This is ridiculous.  I can’t get up and go to a rogue show in the middle of the night.  I mean, I have wet hair from showering.  I can’t go to a bar alone – and even if I did, it’s probably already packed.  There’s no way I can get enough makeup on in time to make him fall in love with me.  And I have a 9 am conference call!  Turn over and go to bed. And then I sat straight up and said, “I’m going” out loud.  I threw on my Converses and jeans and ran out into the street still wearing my pajama shirt, letting my damp hair get damper from a residual downpour. When I got to the bar, a handful of people were closing out their drunken nights.  Couples were stumbling up the stairs, groups of friends were finishing their drinks and the tables were virtually empty.  I paid the $10 cover and the waitress told me I could sit anywhere, so I chose a table up against the stage and ordered a beer.  About 15 minutes later, John Mayer walked in, said hi to me as he hopped on stage and then proceeded to play a two and a half hour show approximately 6 inches from my head. John would say, “What do you want to hear?,” I would say a song, AND THEN HE WOULD PLAY IT.   The bar started filling up throughout the show, but even at capacity, maybe 80 people were there.   He did some stand-up in between songs and heckled me when he heard the “ding” of my phone getting a text.  He wanted to see it, but after a quick game of verbal tug of war, my squealy texts to Kate remained unviewed.  He played his acoustic guitar with old shoelaces tied on it, intertwining Fleetwood Mac, the Police, Jay-Z, and Tom Petty with his songs, and I sang every word.I sat there alone, watching one of my favorite musicians play a show that I know I will remember for the rest of my life.  Fifty years from now, when one of his songs comes on an oldies station, I will tell my grandchildren about the time I got out of bed to go see John Mayer play at a basement bar in the Village. When the show was over, I told him thank you and I meant it.  I pushed through the heavy doors and saw for the first time what the city looks like covered in the breaking light of dawn.  My hair was dry and I walked home past early runners and shop owners pulling up their grates.  Only here.  I love New York. And this, my friends, is why I should be living in New York. Ahhmazing.

genevieveclare:

Last night, as my head hit the pillow after too many cocktails with friends, I thought about how I’m too old for a 2:30 am bedtime on a school night.  I mentally scolded myself, promised to drink only smoothies, exercise and go to bed at 9 pm the next day.  But right before I turned over to pass out, I checked my Twitter feed and saw a tweet from John Mayer that he was playing an impromptu 3 am show at a tiny bar close to my apartment.

Pete was dog-sitting at his boss’s apartment and asleep already, so I sat there rationalizing with myself.  This is ridiculous.  I can’t get up and go to a rogue show in the middle of the night.  I mean, I have wet hair from showering.  I can’t go to a bar alone – and even if I did, it’s probably already packed.  There’s no way I can get enough makeup on in time to make him fall in love with me.  And I have a 9 am conference call!  Turn over and go to bed.

And then I sat straight up and said, “I’m going” out loud.  I threw on my Converses and jeans and ran out into the street still wearing my pajama shirt, letting my damp hair get damper from a residual downpour.

When I got to the bar, a handful of people were closing out their drunken nights.  Couples were stumbling up the stairs, groups of friends were finishing their drinks and the tables were virtually empty.  I paid the $10 cover and the waitress told me I could sit anywhere, so I chose a table up against the stage and ordered a beer.  

About 15 minutes later, John Mayer walked in, said hi to me as he hopped on stage and then proceeded to play a two and a half hour show approximately 6 inches from my head.

John would say, “What do you want to hear?,” I would say a song, AND THEN HE WOULD PLAY IT.   The bar started filling up throughout the show, but even at capacity, maybe 80 people were there.   He did some stand-up in between songs and heckled me when he heard the “ding” of my phone getting a text.  He wanted to see it, but after a quick game of verbal tug of war, my squealy texts to Kate remained unviewed.  He played his acoustic guitar with old shoelaces tied on it, intertwining Fleetwood Mac, the Police, Jay-Z, and Tom Petty with his songs, and I sang every word.

I sat there alone, watching one of my favorite musicians play a show that I know I will remember for the rest of my life.  Fifty years from now, when one of his songs comes on an oldies station, I will tell my grandchildren about the time I got out of bed to go see John Mayer play at a basement bar in the Village.

When the show was over, I told him thank you and I meant it.  I pushed through the heavy doors and saw for the first time what the city looks like covered in the breaking light of dawn.  My hair was dry and I walked home past early runners and shop owners pulling up their grates.  

Only here.  I love New York.

And this, my friends, is why I should be living in New York. Ahhmazing.

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emphasisadded: “THE SITUATION In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.  After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule. About 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. At 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. At 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.At 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.After 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. This experiment raised several questions:  In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? If so, do we stop to appreciate it?  Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made … How many other things are we missing as we rush through life? click here to see the footage” (Via pamilya) (by way of hoosierlady: alybooboo)

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“THE SITUATION

In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. 


After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule. 

About 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. 

At 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. 

At 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. 
About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

After 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. 

This experiment raised several questions: 

  • In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
  • If so, do we stop to appreciate it? 
  • Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?


One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made … How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

click here to see the footage”

(Via pamilya)

(by way of hoosierlady: alybooboo)

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yeeeahh.

Just a suggestion. At any given point in time you decide that life is going really well- Dont, i repeat, DO NOT let on that you believe things are grand. It will be in that very moment that universe will recognize your happiness and throw you a curve ball..i.e. push your condo closing back a week, three weeks, three months? Instead, keep a smile on your face and just pretend like you’re miserable with the rest of ‘em… just to be safe.

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You’re welcome. Love Sara and Jenn. peerintomywindow: When asked about returning ribbon that had been borrowed and not returned… this was the response I received*.  *Creepy Stalkers/Ribbon Borrowers= 2 of my Co-Workers/Friends Oh, just another day at the office.

You’re welcome. Love Sara and Jenn.

peerintomywindow:

When asked about returning ribbon that had been borrowed and not returned… this was the response I received*. 

*Creepy Stalkers/Ribbon Borrowers= 2 of my Co-Workers/Friends

Oh, just another day at the office.

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Seriously. I got nothin’ lately. Quick synopsis? I’m buying a condo. I started a photography business. I’m always busy. Yet, somehow I never seem to have anything to blog out. Sorry followers, i’ve slacked.

Seriously. I got nothin’ lately. Quick synopsis? I’m buying a condo. I started a photography business. I’m always busy. Yet, somehow I never seem to have anything to blog out. Sorry followers, i’ve slacked.