Magic Malibu…
Malibu is magical.
Malibu is magical.
The Babes took to the streets of Santa Monica and cruised the once hip and happening Montana Avenue. Bulletin, Montana is making a comeback from the clutches of white bread and mayonnaise retail blandness.
This past weekend I winged my way back to Los Angeles.
Woke up on departure day at 1:00am and was flying high until 4 when I finally dropped off to sleep only to be awakened by my alarm screeching at 5:45am.
The party’s over… I depart New York City tomorrow with a heavy heart and apprehensive of looming boredom.
Paradise in the Bronx. Other than the home of the NY Yankees, I frankly never felt that the Bronx held great appeal for me.
Today is my wedding anniversary…same man, no affairs, rock solid.
The 2015 Father’s Day was a motha’ of a day.
Dirty Little Secrets… Friday morning, David and I did something we have never done before in broad daylight, during the work week.
I know I am redundant, but I love New York.
What’s a trip to Cuba without inhaling?!
One of the highlights of our Cuban adventure was participating in the Havana Biennial. The Biennial Art Exhibition takes place in Havana every two years. Its’ goal is to promote contemporary art in the developing world.
Another day another attempt to fly the unfriendly skies.
Amazing…no cell or internet for more than one week and I am still standing.
Before and After by Andy Warhol exemplifies the new Whitney Museum of American Art.
So much to do.
Days in New York City are endlessly entertaining.
I just cannot shut up about NYC.
Postmodern Jukebox makes beautiful music.
New York City never ceases to amaze and entertain.