spring has sprung in brooklyn.

partying in the past, living in the future.

come to me.

water, caves, bats, and a little drowning.

let's get ruined.

not enough exclamatory words in my vocabulary to convey the magic of tulum mexico.
this is a recap of where we stayed, where we beached, and where we ate (most importantly). throughout the week, i'll do some posts of what we did there when we weren't soaking up sun, sand, and tasty waves.

saved the best for last.

this is screaming to be a bob ross painting.

i don't want to grow up.

those crazy rockefellers and their new fangled art.

some carving inspiration to kick off halloweekend!

Tu padre ti vuole bene assai...bene assai

you can never have too many fleas.

part farmer's market, part food carnival, part junk yard, part amish safari.

nailed it.

not to be confused with the natural history museum.

why wait 2 hrs for a table at brunch, when you can take it to go? (and enjoy it with your favorite furball!)

tell 'em large marge sent ya.

forts, ferries, and flappers!

my first trip to the bronx couldn't have been more beautiful.