Greenwich Village, 12-25-11.

On the wall of some music venue. Paul looks scandalized. 

Greenwich Village, 12-25-11.

I took 12 shots of this nativity scene and in every one of them, the baby Jesus was washed out. Fucking son of God ruining my shots, Christ.

SoHo, 12-25-11.

That weird moment when you walk past a window display in SoHo that contains only plaster masks and dead roses. Okay.

SoHo, 12-25-11. 

I have no idea what this shop even is, except that it sells ridiculously expensive statues that only the ludicrously over-the-top millionaire could afford to buy. If I ever make it big, I’m going to commission them to design my loft, obviously.

Chinatown, 12-25-11.

The signs on the mannequins read, “One size fit all Extra stretch Keep you leg warm.”

Greenwich Village, 12-25-11.

That rare moment when you turn a corner in the Village and it’s completely empty. 

Chinatown, 12-25-11.

Macy’s, 12-25-11.

Macy’s, 12-25-11.

Chinatown, 12-25-11.