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Oct 02
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Here’s another old Instagram roundup… From the city to the country. Just add water.

Oct 01
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  • Sister: What the hell is that thing?!
  • Simko: A miniature T-Rex!
  • Sister: Right. But what is it really?
  • Simko: A dinos--
  • Sister: No.
  • Simko: An East African crowned crane chick?
  • Sister: Interesting.
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Here’s another old Instagram roundup… Forever catching up.

Sep 24
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“ I bear a charmed life, which must not yield…
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Sleep No More by Punchdrunk… Punchdrunk, a British site-specific theater company, has taken over three abandoned warehouses on West 27th Street to enact the sorry sights of the murderous Macbeths’ career in a movable orgy titled “Sleep No More.” And the resulting adventure in décor — a 1930s pleasure palace called the McKittrick — suggests what might have happened had Stanley Kubrick (of “Eyes Wide Shut” and “The Shining”) been asked to design the Haunted Mansion at Disney World, with that little old box maker  as a consultant. You see, everyone who attends “Sleep No More” is required to wear (and keep on) a Venetian carnival-style mask. You are also asked not to utter a word during the two and a half hours you are given to follow the characters of your choice from room to room. But you are encouraged to poke around in corners and trunks and bookcases, and allowed to get as close as (in)decency permits to the lithe-bodied denizens of this chic spook house. (Just don’t touch them, though they may well reach out and touch you.) (via) I went to Sleep No More this summer and enjoyed every (mind-bending) minute of it. The rooftop bar of the hotel, Gallow Green, is also worth stopping by for a Blonde in Peril.

Sleep No More by Punchdrunk…

Punchdrunk, a British site-specific theater company, has taken over three abandoned warehouses on West 27th Street to enact the sorry sights of the murderous Macbeths’ career in a movable orgy titled “Sleep No More.” And the resulting adventure in décor — a 1930s pleasure palace called the McKittrick — suggests what might have happened had Stanley Kubrick (of “Eyes Wide Shut” and “The Shining”) been asked to design the Haunted Mansion at Disney World, with that little old box maker  as a consultant.

You see, everyone who attends “Sleep No More” is required to wear (and keep on) a Venetian carnival-style mask. You are also asked not to utter a word during the two and a half hours you are given to follow the characters of your choice from room to room. But you are encouraged to poke around in corners and trunks and bookcases, and allowed to get as close as (in)decency permits to the lithe-bodied denizens of this chic spook house. (Just don’t touch them, though they may well reach out and touch you.) (via)

I went to Sleep No More this summer and enjoyed every (mind-bending) minute of it. The rooftop bar of the hotel, Gallow Green, is also worth stopping by for a Blonde in Peril.

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Here’s an old Instagram roundup… I’m finally attempting to get back in the habit of blogging on a daily basis.

Sep 12
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Jump Into The Fog by The Wombats… “I’ve made some bad decisions, I’ll admit that freely. Its just that life tastes sweeter when it’s wrapped in debauchery.”

Aug 13
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London, England… This rainbow appeared just as we were toasting an(other) endless evening.

London, England… This rainbow appeared just as we were toasting an(other) endless evening.

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  • Simko: I like it here.
  • Punga: Don't act so surprised.
Aug 11
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Here’s a recent Instagram roundup… London, London and more London from last weekend.

Aug 10
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“ The man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world.
— Oscar Wilde
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The Arts Club in London, England… The Arts Club is a London private members club founded in 1863 by Charles Dickens, Anthony Trollope, and Lord Leighton, located on Dover Street, in Mayfair. Today it is a meeting place for men and women involved in the creative arts either professionally or as patrons. (via) The stylish Art Deco-inspired interior designed by David D’Almada features marble floors, cashmere walls and art by Tomas Saraceno, John Baldessari and George Condo. (via) I had dinner at the Arts Club last weekend with a whole mess of European friends. The food is incredible, but the art is even better.

The Arts Club in London, England…

The Arts Club is a London private members club founded in 1863 by Charles Dickens, Anthony Trollope, and Lord Leighton, located on Dover Street, in Mayfair. Today it is a meeting place for men and women involved in the creative arts either professionally or as patrons. (via) The stylish Art Deco-inspired interior designed by David D’Almada features marble floors, cashmere walls and art by Tomas Saraceno, John Baldessari and George Condo. (via)

I had dinner at the Arts Club last weekend with a whole mess of European friends. The food is incredible, but the art is even better.

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Aug 09
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“ By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.
— Samuel Johnson
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GIF by Andrew Schmidt… I went on an impromptu trip to London last weekend to check out the Olympics, catch up with a handful of old friends, and just enjoy some much-needed British debauchery. On Friday evening, thanks to a bit of friendly (and liquid) encouragement, I apparently thought goofing around in the street while we were hailing a cab was a good idea. One look at my now-ruined silk shirt, tux jacket and torn jeans confirms that the idea wasn’t nearly as brilliant as it seemed at the time. However, it did lead to a good laugh when I asked to see a few photos and Andrew sent over this GIF.

GIF by Andrew Schmidt… I went on an impromptu trip to London last weekend to check out the Olympics, catch up with a handful of old friends, and just enjoy some much-needed British debauchery. On Friday evening, thanks to a bit of friendly (and liquid) encouragement, I apparently thought goofing around in the street while we were hailing a cab was a good idea. One look at my now-ruined silk shirt, tux jacket and torn jeans confirms that the idea wasn’t nearly as brilliant as it seemed at the time. However, it did lead to a good laugh when I asked to see a few photos and Andrew sent over this GIF.