Culture on the Cheap
Photo du Jour: Mr. Heather Goes to Bushwick
I am constantly amazed by the photographs my husband is taking nowadays— like this gem from Bushwick Avenue. Since I scored an AIA Guide to New York City dating from 1968 Mister H has been OUT OF CONTROL.
Mr. Heather took Mr. Lindsay’s advice to heart. With a vengeance. He ventured into Bushwick this weekend and I could not stop him. I grabbed his leg (like the faithful wife I am) and exclaimed:
Mr. Heather made it back. Intact. Clad in black (which is how he left our apartment—so much for “fronting”).
I suppose the douche bag bashers were off duty Saturday?
*I’ve called my husband the aforementioned and much worse on many occasions.