manhattan, january '06

a couple of days after the brooklyn photos, after i'd stopped up a bar's sink with my vomit after drinking several-too-many chartreuse & tonics & cans of pbr on christmas.

stickering billboards & telephone booths is a largely futile excercise as they get cleaned off every day but i figure it's a decent tradeoff in terms of visibility so i still make a point of doing as many of those as i can afford.

i had to climb a few lampposts in broad daylight to put my stickers up because every available surface was already covered in other people's streetart/posters/flyers. no-one stared or asked me what the hell i was doing, although a trannie hooker with red boots did tell me my hair was nice.

my hair is nice.