this week | in photos

a fave new spot that serves eight ounces of rosé for eight bucks.
they also have rosemary french fries with homemade mayonnaise.
all will blow your mind.

my roll dog, julie.
i was drunk and completely fascinated by these stairs and how not a single banister was straight.
i kept yelling at julie, "i can't get a good fucking angle!!"

day nine hair (so gross, i know.) and this curious little cub that i know.

joe made buckwheat pancakes for breakfast.
we ventured to park slope and stopped for beers and brunch at backyard.
alliteration for the win. also, amazing beer but i can't remember the name. 

that same curious cub really likes the subway car windows and her reflection.
i just really like her.

singing and dancing around our apartment in her fedora.
mister softee. i was super tempted to take one straight to the face but i refrained.
i drank a beer instead.

happy weekend, folks.