This is a photo I took a few years back from the roof of my old studio in Greenpoint on a beautifully clear autumn night. Great views and late night discussions were had in abundance.

I recently came across this drawing on an adult hotline card that I used as a bookmark when I read "One Hundred Years Of Solitude", by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Sometimes books become time capsules for things that might ordinarily be discarded. Pieces of colored paper found on the street, a flyer, stickers, jotted down notes that are tucked away and forgotten.