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Espresso-ing Art « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Milk guzzles from inside a silver pitcher, whizzed around by the wand of an espresso machine. The sloshing sound wafts inside this quaint and cozy coffee shop tucked away in a low-key street in Downtown New York bordering SoHo and Little Italy. I came across him when a good friend and I stumbled upon this other remarkable coffee shop by the West Village several weeks ago where I made an ecstatic comment about the La Marzocco espresso machine they had over t...
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2008 September 06 « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. For Dan, creating the miniature versions of these galleons and massive vessels is just equally daunting and detail oriented. I came across Dan at the South Street Seaport where a perfectly-crafted model of. The Sovereign of the Seas. Pointing to the tight-knots on the lateen rigs of. The Sovereign of the Seas. I nodded at this, amused, and for a moment, an image flashed in my mind of the great Ferdinand Magellan walking towards the forecastle deck of. When ...
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2008 September 10 « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Before and After New York. The cool Hudson River breeze blew softly, flicking a few strands of her hair in the wind. Isha lifted her hand, tucking the strands of long, black hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the silver waves lapping upon the hull of the yacht we were riding on in this beautiful summer day in New York. As soon as we descended the yacht as it made its docking into the pier, Isha snapped a photograph of me, but not before she remarked ...
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2008 September 12 « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Jeremy started banging on the keys of the piano as a toddler, when he had not even learned to walk completely on his own yet. He would crawl on his father’s keyboard, his tiny feet and hands pummeling the black and white keys, a cacophony of haphazard notes blaring around their living room. In May of this year, Jeremy was handpicked by his teacher among all her students to perform in the school’s annual certification concert where after a rigorous per...
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Build-a-boat « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. For Dan, creating the miniature versions of these galleons and massive vessels is just equally daunting and detail oriented. I came across Dan at the South Street Seaport where a perfectly-crafted model of. The Sovereign of the Seas. Pointing to the tight-knots on the lateen rigs of. The Sovereign of the Seas. I nodded at this, amused, and for a moment, an image flashed in my mind of the great Ferdinand Magellan walking towards the forecastle deck of. The S...
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Little Chopin « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Jeremy started banging on the keys of the piano as a toddler, when he had not even learned to walk completely on his own yet. He would crawl on his father’s keyboard, his tiny feet and hands pummeling the black and white keys, a cacophony of haphazard notes blaring around their living room. In May of this year, Jeremy was handpicked by his teacher among all her students to perform in the school’s annual certification concert where after a rigorous per...
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Before and After New York « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Before and After New York. The cool Hudson River breeze blew softly, flicking a few strands of her hair in the wind. Isha lifted her hand, tucking the strands of long, black hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the silver waves lapping upon the hull of the yacht we were riding on in this beautiful summer day in New York. As soon as we descended the yacht as it made its docking into the pier, Isha snapped a photograph of me, but not before she remarked ...
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*the storyteller « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. The loud rumble of the 1 train bound for Manhattan thundered above my head. I glanced up for an instant. There it was. A pair of red sneakers tied to a telephone cable amid the night sky, the full moon glaring beyond it, a faint speck in the pitch black horizon enveloping New York. 8212;———. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). The Storyteller wanders around ...
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2008 October 12 « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Milk guzzles from inside a silver pitcher, whizzed around by the wand of an espresso machine. The sloshing sound wafts inside this quaint and cozy coffee shop tucked away in a low-key street in Downtown New York bordering SoHo and Little Italy. I came across him when a good friend and I stumbled upon this other remarkable coffee shop by the West Village several weeks ago where I made an ecstatic comment about the La Marzocco espresso machine they had over t...
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*the storyteller « Real, Beautiful People
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Real, Beautiful People. Every soul is a story…. Milk guzzles from inside a silver pitcher, whizzed around by the wand of an espresso machine. The sloshing sound wafts inside this quaint and cozy coffee shop tucked away in a low-key street in Downtown New York bordering SoHo and Little Italy. I came across him when a good friend and I stumbled upon this other remarkable coffee shop by the West Village several weeks ago where I made an ecstatic comment about the La Marzocco espresso machine they had over t...
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