Peter Solarz
Show & Tell
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Xuebing Du
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosimo Galluzzi
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@nycshqstarts
location: sports bar status: open @nycshqstarts
football was the only thing on right now and logan was bored so she struck up a conversation with the person next to her. she looked at the person next to them in shock. "what do you mean you hate baseball? it's arguably one of the best sports out there. and how can you beat 162 games a year. you're not getting that out of any other sport." logan was a lifelong season ticket holder for the yankees and that would never change.
closed starter for @hcmmersnstrings, @tctteredwings and @bctweenthelines but also open for @nycshqstarts
where: crimson and clover
this a group starter, not a group thread.
alex is tired. they had spent most of the day in court, and there is no amount of espresso and workouts and sleep that could have prepared them for the whirlwind of a day it was. if the had any sort of self-preservational skills they would just go home, climb into the back seat of the car from the service they'd hired, change from a three-piece suit into something much more comfortable, remove contacts throw on their glasses, and settle in. But, alex has always been a masochist. they don't mean for it to happen, but it's more crowded than they've expected for a weekday, and one wrong movement, just slightly off, and someone's drink is spilling "oh, deary me," is the first thing out of his mouth before addressing the victim "my apologies, it's been a long day, let me buy you a new drink?"
for: open! @nycshqstarts location: The Warehouse (a local coffee/beer stop), open mic night!
"What?" A laugh as he tunes his guitar, taking the moments to interact with the crowd. "Honey, I got an acoustic guitar in my hand, I dunno what on God's green earth makes you think War Crimes is happening." He banters with a smile, strumming a bit before continuing on with the set.
From being a strung out kid with bleached hair to a mostly sober thirty-something, music had always been the way he connected with others. Whether it's the strum of a guitar to crafting words that others related to, maybe he'd never been good at talking, but he'd always been good at singing. And this remains true as he sings to a small crowd in some coffee shop in Manhattan on a rainy night. Some know his past work from his old SoundCloud, some know him from his current band, either way hearing the choir of off key voices softly joining him warms his heart. The set ends and he thanks the crowd before heading off and packing away his things, looking to the small stage as the next artist starts up.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asks, nodding to an empty stool in the back.
open starter @nycshqstarts
where: A coffee shop over on Broadway near Columbia
It had been a while since Matt lived in New York, and nowhere near the city but he felt right at home immediately once he was there. The only downside was that he didn't have many friends yet or a lot of things to do. Being a writer means not having a nine to five which can be great at times but also a bit monotonous. That's why, when he was contacted to teach a class at Columbia, he jumped right into it gladly, giving his life a bit of a routine and something to focus on.
For the last few weeks before class he's been trying all the coffee shops around the building to find the one, wondering if this might be finally it as he sat there and sipped on his flat white and scribbled down on his notebook. "You can join me if you'd like." He pointed at the empty seat across from him, seeing as the place had gotten a little crowded since he arrived.
Halloween Party at Roller Dreams | Open | @nycshqstarts
Considering this was only Karmen's third time on the rink, she had finally gotten this skating thing down. Gone were the days of inching along the edge, clinging to the rail or desperately holding her friends' hands. Now, she was totally in her element; dressed to impress as an '80s Glam Roller Disco Queen. She’d nailed the theme with a vibrant neon pink bodysuit decked out in sequins and orange accents along the cuffs and neckline. The detachable, sheer orange sleeves were dotted with tiny glitter stars, making her shimmer under the rink lights as she rolled along. Her look wouldn’t be complete without accessories, of course; a chunky orange belt with silver chains draping off one side, fingerless pink gloves, oversized hoop earrings, and layered choker necklaces. Glittery face stickers added to the vibe, and her makeup pulled it all together with neon pink and orange eyeshadow in a fierce cat-eye flick, glitter on her cheekbones, bold orange lipstick, and rhinestones near her temples. Her hair was styled in voluminous curls with neon pink and orange extensions flowing through it. But the best part? Her custom-made pink and orange skates with glitter wheels, which she’d designed just for tonight. Hearing her name, Karmen looked back, giggling as she spotted her friend skating over. “Finally! I was starting to think I’d be dazzling this whole crowd alone!” she laughed, reaching out and grabbing their hand. “I was about to start doing a one-woman show,” she added with a wink, grinning as they locked arms and rolled forward, practically lighting up the rink together.
where: a craft store? any store that has stickers tbh status: open @nycshqstarts "Hey, can I get your opinion on these?" Sera asked, holding up four separate packs of stickers. One was puffy dinosaurs, in various colours, one was sparkly stickers that look like fish, the third was your generic multicoloured smiley faces, and the last pack was characters from Bluey. "Which two would you want if you were a kid?" she asked. Looking at them all again for a second, she continued. "Or do I say screw it and just.. buy all of them?"
An Upscale Rooftop Bar in Lower Manhattan on Halloween | Open | @nycshqstarts
The fact that she was now 45, recently divorced, and sitting alone at a bar on her birthday was not lost on her. It was her first birthday spent solo in over twenty-five years. Even during the years when her husband was working late or her kids were off doing their own thing, she’d always had one of them around to make the day feel a little less… empty. This time, though, her children’s well-meaning calls had only highlighted their absence, leaving her to sit with the quiet reminder of what she no longer had. She glanced sideways at a person in costume who’d just plopped down beside her, clearly here for the Halloween festivities, unlike herself. Vesper sighed and looked down at her nearly empty glass, a bitter weight settling in her chest. She wasn’t used to this feeling; this loneliness. It echoed too much of the home and childhood she’d spent a lifetime distancing herself from. Toying with the cat ears perched on top of her head, she frowned and waved down the bartender for a refill. Maybe another drink would help? When her new drink arrived, she swirled it thoughtfully and leaned a little closer to the costumed person, breaking the silence. She lifted her glass in a half-hearted toast. “To the perks of getting older: the drinks are stronger, but the company’s… optional.”
status : open @nycshqstarts location : bryant park
teddy couldn't decide if they loved or hated this part of the night. on one hand, they were basking in attention. the rocky horror picture show as a halloween tradition, but it seemed as though the crowd of people that liked to fill the park each october had quadrupled in size since they first joined the shadow cast all those years ago. plus, rocky - being the titular character and all - was the one most people wanted a picture with, so the blond was truly the center of attention; at least, in their own world.
on the other hand, the people pushing towards the stage for the meet & greet meant show was over for the night. there was only one more weekend until halloween, which meant only two more shows to bask in all this glory and then it would be back to normal. granted, their normal was a little bit more attention getting than average, but that didn't mean they couldn't always go for more. still, they thought to themself as the next person approached them to speak, it would be nice to get out of this itchy thing. i'll have to see about getting a new corset, maybe something a little more high-end.
a bright smile stretched across their features, lighting up the green in their eyes behind the faded white face paint as they greeted the newcomer. ❝ hello!, ❞ teddy chirped happily. ❝ hope you liked the show. ❞
for: @nycshqstarts (open!!) location: outside the front of lawn bowl
" i don't think i'll be much fun, " aurora protested as the person she was with began to start heading inside. she didn't have to be at the theater until around seven, so she had around five hours to kill. instead of staying home moping in her apartment all day, her friend had invited her out for a rather eventful time. they'd started with breakfast, then went shopping, and now they were trying to convince rory that she needed to bowl. " seriously, i appreciate you, and i've had such a great day so far, but i'm not the best at bowling, and i really should be heading back to my apartment to get ready for the show tonight. have to make sure everything is still fresh in my head. " she was desperately trying to get out of doing this, having already bummed herself out by catching glimpse of her ex when they were shopping earlier, especially after seeing just how happy he'd looked without her.
for: @nycshqstarts ( open! ) location: tarot and tea at practical magick
"I'm dreading this." Aidan had spent much of his life avoiding things like this —- there'd been enough going on over the years, in part thanks to his father, so to have someone sitting in front of him who could be capable of informing him about any oncoming disasters wasn't all that appealing. He let a breath go slowly and leant forward slightly, his hand finding Bella's head beneath the table for a moment to give her a quick fuss. "Could we just stay here and drink tea all afternoon? Is that an option?"
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where: wine about it's rooftop pumpkin patch.
there's was truly nothing like fall weather. crisp cool air that didn't have you dripping with sweat, the perfect breeze for a comfy flannel, a cardigan or even a denim jacket, all of which tavi had, and cherished as safe items of clothing to wear whenever the weather dipped. this truly was her favorite time of year, as probably cliche as it was, but she thrived in the last few months of the year. she wasn't sure what exactly was in the air during this time of year, but she lived for every single cinnamon-spiced, crunchy leaf moment of it.
pumpkin patches weren't rare in the city, but finding a decent one was, but wine about it was a place she frequented a lot recently, within walking distance of her apartment, and she had visited their rooftop a few times when the weather permitted. they proved themselves with this event, pumpkins and hay, the lingering scent of apple cider doughnuts in the air. "okay, I think I found the perfect one," she finally says, spending far too long picking out the exact pumpkin she would carve, and display on her fire escape. she holds one up, slightly oddly shaped. "I think he has character, right?"
