and two guys acting casual.

Home to the airport then home again. “Delays due to congestion,” so I had the option of sleeping in Chicago, Dallas or home tonight. I’ll try this again tomorrow. And hopefully I’ll have some brighter pics to post once I finally arrive at my intended destination in the great southwest. (A very nice person on the tram this afternoon offered to take my picture so I tried to look pensive and annoyed. I think it worked out.)

…like every other night, was hot, exotic and polluted. And the skyline was full of these creepy, abandoned ghost towers.

Snow and darkness — a common sight. But this does seem a little odd what with the bushes and seafood sign — part Tikki Room, part Brooklyn in winter.

This picture is overexposed. There is a guy in the reflection looking like he could be holding the white purse, but he’s probably watching me take the photo. There is an apartment building with windows that kind of remind me of the previous waffle pic I posted. There is this kind of rectangular thingy that is on the boobs of the mannequin with the purple dress. I like that the only color in the photo is on the dresses. The mannequin on the left looks like she might be pushing the bicycle. What is in the window is very different than what’s outside. These were some of the thoughts that ran through my head as I was looking for something interesting and different to post. I’ve described the photo, but I haven’t described the photographer — or the reasons why I took the photo. Tonight I attended a ‘conversation’ between two famous contemporary photographers, Catherine Opie (who currently has a show at the Guggenheim) and Gregory Crewdson, who were both able to speak intelligently about their work on a far deeper level. I’m learning that in order to get noticed in today’s world of photography you have to be able to describe your work in a way that is different than everyone else. It is a very difficult thing to do, in part, because you’re basically turning yourself inside out. Perhaps I picked this photo today because I’m not into borders right now and there’s mystery and girlishness beyond the glass.

We had a light dusting of snow last night.