Taxidrops falling on my head

Another great illustration from James Gulliver Hancock- All the buildings in New York. Everything that comes to NY is making me awfully and wonderfully nostalgic...

Brighton rock.

I've just been invited on my friend Elena's show on the radio, to talk about my english experience. I read an extract of Graham Greene's Brighton Rock.

"HALE knew they meant to murder him before he had been in Brighton three hours. With his inky fingers and his bitten nails, his manner cynical and nervous, anybody could tell he didn't be- long belong to the early summer sun, the cool Whit- sun wind off the sea, the holiday crowd. They came in by train from Victoria every five minutes, rocked down Queen's Road standing on the tops of the little local trams, stepped off in bewildered multitudes into fresh and glittering air : the new silver paint sparkled on the piers, the cream houses ran away into the west like a pale Victorian water-colour; a race in miniature mo- tors, a band playing, flower gardens in bloom below the front, an aeroplane advertising something for the health in pale vanishing clouds across the sky. "

Last Walk in Brooklyn

Poetry on a building,

Like my little Albee,

What is this, "Pimp my ride"? Really cool!

Waves in the sky.

September 17. 2011. Brighton Beach & Coney Island.

Izzy.

Eyes on New York Nº7

In Williamsburg. Brooklyn.
on the sidewalk,
on the wall.