The clouds above began to part, letting the sun shine down upon us… and then, I saw Tupac’s face on a street lamp.
Chelsea, NYC.
Ginger refused to acknowledge the snow was actually happening, ultimately leading to inadequate wardrobe choices and a negative attitude.
Chelsea, NYC.
Monday afternoon, Little Havana. Where Julio goes, so goes the ridiculous.
Little Havana, Miami.
Reasons to just ridiculously love New York City: Because some things are still done the old fashioned way.
Chelsea, NYC.
He had come to feel like Tina Turner was speaking directly to him, telling him that he was simply the best, better than all the rest, better than anyone, anyone she’d ever met.
How he loved Tina.
Chelsea, NYC.
Most ridiculously overused phrase by someone astounded by their own hilarity at the Hoover Dam: “Damn it!”
Boulder City, Nevada.
Christmas was finally over, but Santa was still trying to make it all about him.
Typical.
Chelsea, NYC.
Christmas Eve in NYC: where you can still get a tattoo, a five course meal, a bikini wax and a tree until midnight.
Greenwich Village, NYC.
Of rainy days and ridiculousness: My mental fog has finally enveloped the city.
Central Park, NYC.
Reasons to just ridiculously love New York City: Because all you have to do is look up.
Union Square, NYC.
Sitting alone under the trees with the breeze subtly washing over him, Frank was glad to be alone. Looking up, he remembered he wasn’t.
Midtown, NYC.
Finger Sandwich Friday: the High Line.
Because if there’s one thing the High Line is all about, it’s finger sandwiches.
Chelsea, NYC.
Despite widespread rumors to the contrary, ridiculousness is alive and well.
Neve Tzedek, Tel Aviv.
Happy Birthday Ridiculous in the City. You’ve never looked better.
Met Museum, NYC
Mindy was always so optimistic on Mondays.
West Village, NYC.