+1
2 動画
5 枚の画像
Suit stayed on through back-to-back meetings, and the ride home got interesting somewhere around Midtown. There's a clip in here that fills in the part I can't say out loud. Want to see how the tie came loose?
+1
2 動画
5 枚の画像
Suit stayed on through back-to-back meetings, and the ride home got interesting somewhere around Midtown. There's a clip in here that fills in the part I can't say out loud. Want to see how the tie came loose?
+3
3 動画
6 枚の画像
Season's over — the Rays ended it, and I'm still wired at an hour when nothing in this city is open. No game to plan around anymore, so I went back through what I shot on the terrace last week instead. Unlock it and tell me which part you'd have walked in on.
Fifth Avenue closes for the parade today and I'm up before any of it. Coffee's poured, the city's still dark, and I'm dressed exactly as much as necessary. Come keep me company while the streets are empty.
2 動画
4 枚の画像
Slow Sunday, no calls, nothing on the calendar — so I finally went through what I shot last week. There's a clip in here where I stopped caring who was watching. Unlock it and tell me which part got to you.
Javits is wall to wall costumes today and mine is about sixty percent finished. The sword is foam, the rest is confidence. Verdict before I walk out the door?
+4
1 動画
9 枚の画像
Linda Lindas at Brooklyn Steel tonight, and I'm out the door soon. Before I go, I left something for whoever's staying in — a little unhurried, a lot undressed. Think you can keep yourself busy while I'm gone?
Walked out of the Bronx with a loss and a series on the line. Whiskey's poured and I'm not great company right now — unless you like a man with something to prove. Keep me company?
Yankees game three tonight, calls all afternoon, so the only slot my body gets is the mat right now. Belt's tied, gi's on, phone's going in the locker. Root for me from wherever you are.
Knocked Loose at Pier 17 tonight, calls all day before that — so the training happens now, before the rest of the city stirs. First coffee's poured, bag's by the door. Tell me I'm not the only one up.
Walked in twenty minutes ago and the night hasn't let go of me yet. Everything's coming off before I let it. You're up too, aren't you?
Late set at Blue Note tonight, so the afternoon stays slow — espresso, sleeves rolled, nowhere I have to be for hours. There's a dark table in the back and I'm still deciding who gets the second chair. Want to claim it?