"It’s worth it, because we love each other"
(Couple in Afghanistan Living Like Romeo and Juliet On the Run)
at Union Pool
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It’s like a million eyes are looking at you and you don’t really know what they think. — Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927 – April 17, 2014) in this altogether excellent 1981 Paris Review interview, a fine manifestation of the magazine’s mastery of the art of the interview. (via explore-blog)
New York, NY (The Parts That Matter…)
by RBD Enterprises
RBD Enterprises Copr. 2014. All Rights Reserved.
I grew up in this town, and this is not the map of my childhood or teenage years. Things have changed so much. I’ve lived in “Filthy Rich People,” “Grime/Weird Fish Smell,” “Over-priced Closets” and”Rich Yuppies” and none of those descriptions were accurate. However… When I lived in “Gays” it was, indeed, full of gays. That was fun.
dirty (at The Smith Restaurant)
POSTING THIS ONE DAY LATE, OBVIOUSLY
springtime in New York part 2
springtime in New York part 1
🐺 (at Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum)