No, just another sad drainpipe looking for love. Was it his breath?
Chelsea, NYC
He's in.
Chelsea, NYC.
Rack City, bitch.
Museum of Modern Art, NYC.
"I don't think this lighting is doing me any favors, Mona."
"Yeah, but it's giving you sort of an 'everyman' appeal. Just go with it."
West Village, NYC.
In the latest installment of Ridiculous in the Art World, this Man Ray sculpture up for auction is described as: "One hollow marble cylinder and three identical marble balls."
Okay, Man Ray.
Midtown, NYC.
Don't let this baby get away! View full lot details at Phillips right now!
"Totally reminds me of that time I ordered a soy latte and got whole milk."
a.k.a. When Ridiculous Butts Speak No. 2.
Meatpacking, NYC.
He was the very definition of a total drip.
Chelsea, NYC.
Fearing his existentialist tendencies were finally getting the better of him, Hal decided to grab a beer. That would inevitably lead to more ridiculous thinking, but he loved a good Miller High Life.
Soho, NYC.
Throwback Thursday: He'd taken the suggestion to “grow a set” quite literally.
Met Museum, NYC.
"Yeah, but this isn't the kind of grass I thought we were talking about."
Storm King, New Windsor, NY.
Reasons to just ridiculously love New York City: Because this is the tightest mailbox collage you've ever seen.
Chelsea, NYC.
Throwback Thursday: More great news.
West Village, NYC.
Let’s Have Fun With Funghi, Chapter Twelve: “Peephole Terrarium.”
Trace the journey from spore to shroom in a peephole.
Armory Show, NYC.
The only thing Dick recognized about himself anymore was that goddamn nose hair.
West Colfax, Denver.
"Actually, I invented the running man."
La Boca, Buenos Aires.