It’s a necessary place to be. Even if just for a few days.

Our slanted lawn: Marsha Norman and Chris Durang rally the troops: Swan catches me contemplating nitrogen tanks that somebody just left on the sidewalk, you know, the way you do with two nitrogen tanks.

For example: stuffing a cat into a cat-carrier is actually a terrifying experience.

It is Fashion Week at Lincoln Center! Not only is it the best time of the season in which to play the game Malnourished-Alien-Encounter-Or-Famous-Model?, but it is my favorite time of year in which to be generally unfashionable.

Concurrently with Fashion Week, it was pointed out to me by an astute observer that I am the world’s worst when it comes to hydration. If there is coffee, I am drinking coffee. If there are other options available, I am drinking coffee. If there are no options available, I am drinking coffee. Sometimes I am not drinking coffee, in which case, I am not drinking. This insightful individual is a problem-solver at heart, and solved the problem quickly and efficiently by mailing this to Juilliard, where it arrived just in time to be filled with water and incorporated not only into a regimen of Aggressive Hydration, but also into a Fashion Week Montage.

Finding my light.

Max Posner smiles with his eyes (thank you Tyra).

GT does cheekbones.

Trendsetters!

Say goodbye to your sanity, Boo Killebrew. And possibly your dignity. (But welcome to J-yard.)

Our home-town rag.