Bel. 25.Florida girl living in New York City.Lover of all things British. Writer. Assistant Director for a film fest. Cinema fanatic, photography enthusiast, music devotee, book lover and overall pop culture junkie.
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The Chrysler Building and Benjamin.
Ignorance is not bliss on the Gowanus Expressway.
The Bates Motel, Soho.
Radio City Music Hall at twilight in black and white.
Last week I posted the color version and I still can’t decide which I like one more. Which do you guys think?
I was in love with New York. I do not mean ‘love’ in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and never love anyone quite that way again. —Joan Didion
I want to be a part of it: New York, New York!
A happy accident. I told y’all my mom is notorious for taking photos of me out of focus. BUT I do like how this one came out, specifically the background. Nice job, Mom.
The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding. —John Updike
Shoes. Let’s get some shoes.
Hark! The herald angels sing!
62nd and Madison.
Are you there, god? It’s me Mrs. Dalloway.
“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”—Jane Austen
Ghosts on the rink.
Depression is a flaw in chemistry, not character.