Summer is Here.

There are summer days, where you're returning from the beach.
The night is warm, so you walk home for the final stretch.
The city is mostly gone. Off to vacation homes. Or visiting family.
You sneak glances.
Stolen moments.

Summer is here.

Pegging Weiner.

Isn't this just the perfect scene of suburban contentedness?

No?

But shouldn't it be?

The whole Weiner scandal was a big topic of conversation in the Violet + Rye household in recent weeks. Sure, we wavered back and forth on the subject. Was it creepy? Was he Tweeting under age girls knowingly? Were the Democrats being fucking ridiculous?

Buckley + Boobs = Beating the Blahs.

I don't know about you all, but it's been a rough fucking week so far. Something about shit weather in NY lately, and still to come, that's bringing us down a bit. And making today feel like another goddamn Monday. With stress. And hangovers. And general "meh" feelings seeping out.

So thanks to Fleshbot for bringing this to our attention. And thanks to Jeff Buckley, wherever you may be. We really needed this.

Living for the City.

Figured I'd share some photos that remind me of being in the city. Not surprising that so many of them are people cooped up at home. With the fall nearly over and winter closing in, this is what my coming months look like.

Well, not this first one. That was summer. To be fair, so is the last one.