this was the original flagship store, adjacent to Prohibit. I miss working in this tiny little pink closet. heard the lease was up at the mulberry street store. bummed a piece of my history has dissolved in new york. one of the best jobs i ever had. xx

i stole this for tonys  birthday. its a shark but we pretended it was a dolphin.

this was the background on my bberry but it made me miss new york too much so i changed it to balloons. balloons never make me sad.

last time i saw this guy i told him i would pay $50 to put him back in jail. i didnt mean it, i was just mad.  and he was acting stupid. we have the same birthday by the way. he calls us his mothers. been looking out for this kid since the late 90s. be good up there.

will always miss this one. ps. that restaurant sucks btw.

best. beach. towel. ever.

rumspringa?

beth had this in a framed collage at her house. my business card from 1998-99. printed on vellum. made me cry a little that someone so amazing can have so much belief and faith in me. someday i will get back to those hidden talents i keep hiding from the world.

that was the tree that fell on my car. stupid hurricane earl.

went to bushwick to watch gossip girl at 3am. saw this on the way to the train in the morning.

this is my son nico. if you see him please tell him i love him.

@awesomeroommate s dog. charles. miss that face.

goodbye VI.

with my homegirls standin to my left and my right.

i would give my right arm for this chicken soup & michelada right now. barrio chino.

happy birthday SJ.

cafe mogador bathroom.

lunch date with ponce obvs.

this is still the view from my place in St. Thomas. Why have you not come to visit me here yet? assholes.

cracked kale at whitmans.

hi udon. i miss you too.

fucking san gennaro craze.

teanys with yourBoyPkeets. i bought him a gift certificate one year for his birthday & he got mad because apparently he gave a fake name to the people there when he ordered his food to go.

la esquina with with my favourite blue eyed mexican.

burton party with the babes.

sent this to a dude in STT who used to hang here. i think his reply was “oh i miss those hangovers.”

best buds.

you guys ever hear that song give me that becky? sent this to my homegirl in STT. told her she had mad ups right now. ps. whatever happened to baby dino & chef pants. that shit made me smile.

niagra, your photobooth is way too small. and overpriced.

hot 97 everyday thats my word.

i miss street gold. this was in soho. and it was all classical music. awesome.

lombardis with kanger. i always feel bad when i go to get pizza with people cos i only eat vegetables.

waiter who hasnt seen me in a year & a half, “Let me guess, greek salad no onion add a side of grilled chicken.”

me, “YES! you still remember!”

if i could only eat one food for the rest of my life it might be the chipotle salad bowl.

i felt like a tourist taking pictures of nike ads. but there just is not that much stimulus going on down here on this island.

that purple punch. avenue A.

gia! she is getting so big. her & her sister took me into their room and showed me the polaroid they still have of me with them. it was taken 4 years ago when this little monkey face still rode around in a stroller.

this little duder here has the most amazing parents in all of nyc. takota levi neumann, you are one lucky little man.

harrisburg, pa. cap city son. dont really miss that so much. but i do miss the shit outta my hometown friends and my little brother. and they have chipotle now so….

i miss frankenstein & tallulah.

i miss my bike. a lot.

i miss brunch at cafe mogador. on weekdays.

i miss my overpriced tiny apartment on allen street.

i miss this guy more than he knows.

i miss all my stuff. and might miss it more when i realize i sold/gave away/threw out most of it.

i miss sitting by this window smoking parliament lights. i do not miss the insane crackhead from the half way house next to my window that would wave to me. i think his name was speedy or some shit. ps. i miss tevez & chipotle runs with ponce too.

i miss that bathroom. even though people would call me from the thompson LES & tell me they could see me sitting at my window smoking. i miss that dumb pink vacuum i bought too.

i miss morrissey shows.

this was the farthest away i had ever been. but that was okay because it was carnegie hall. and it was still epic. (thanks krissy).

i miss babysitting cool young french photographer’s bebe’s in the bowery hotel.

i miss being able to hug or cry on this girl any time i wanted.

i miss throwing whatever goddamn kind of party i pleased at bars all over the city with my friends.

i miss this one being the diva.

i miss going to see rom-com’s with this guy.

i miss riding my bike home thru the LES after closing a bar and the light looking like this.

i miss micheladas, guac & chips, spicy grapefruit margaritas, and this neighborhood before it blew up & you couldn’t eat here whenever the fuck you wanted.

i miss laying in bed watching true hollywood stories of kate moss with this one.

i miss that trash can. and i miss always buying ONLY pink toilet paper to match this bathroom. i even miss my guy friends threatening to pee in my panda trashcan cos they thought it looked like the top might spin around if they did. assholes. i love yous.

i miss this view, even though at this point in time mexican construction workers used to watch me shower as they were building that dumb restaurant at the hotel. i  miss the plastic sheep that held my cotton balls on the window sill, and i miss my morrissey bobble head that didn’t really bob but that i could tilt to make him look clumsy & shy.

i miss roof top parties. i miss 1997 and drinking 40s, even tho it sucked when you had to pee.. this picture is not from 1997 but some of the people in it knew me from then.

i miss the guy who drew this on me every time i hear wolfsheim.

i miss me when i was really happy in new york.

24 days.

i will see you again new york. get ready for me to miss the shit outta you guys again.

i love you. xx

thank you to everyone who came out my very last nite in new york to say goodbye. love yous mean it. xo

i don’t remember who this quote is from, but i should have it tattooed on me.

i used to carry this photo in my wallet, i forever carry my father in my heart.

this is a picture of tallula. tracy & kyle’s dog, and buddy of frankenstein. i told tracy that if tallula could talk she’d sound just like drew barrymore ‘cos she has a little sideways smile. tracy told me drew was the voice in Beverly Hills Chihuahua and then i felt dumb.

my friend amanda & jerry have a boston terrier named Luna. Luna’s kind of a big deal.

i love this sticker and have mad love for these boys.

that’s right smarty pants. distinguished honors every year till senior year. when i was accepted early to every art school i applied for by Thanksgiving and then ceased to attend high school all together. guess whoever typed the names in went to art school too, ‘cos my last name is spelled O’DONNELL not Odonnel. geez.

found an old polaroid camera and there was one shot left in it. accidentally took a picture of a wall in my current apartment. i love expired film. 

this one’s funny because it’s from my mom. my little bro & i have taken to only referring to her as “Peg,” but not to her face unless we’re being funny. this is also on a post it note. which is the most used medium my mom wrote on when she sent me anything. Peg loves her post-its and keeping it brief apparently.

cashed these bad boys in hoping on some chance that the serial #’s being 497 on one & 597 on the other was some type of existential sign that the 3rd missing link was a 397 out there for me to win a shit ton of money.  not so much.

these guys always curl up completely in my hand which according to the back of this means i’m “passionate.” 

the farthest i’ve ever been away from the stage, but in the most beautiful venue. oops and happy belated birthday yesterday Moz. xo

this one’s funny cos its the apartment i’m currently leaving but way before i lived here.  this one was taken around spring 2005 i believe.

the original art for my tattoo from RG.

crza bought my gold foley & corinna city tote from me so i could keep my phone on this past spring. i’m glad it went to such an amazing person with such a flair for the arts. love you crzers. xo

this little masterpiece would be from my friend Thais that i babysit. Thais would be the one on the left.

finis.