(No one is paying me to say, this, obviously. Or asking me to say this. Or forcing me at gunpoint/iPhone hostage-taking to say this. Or--you catch my drift.)
Here are a few Instagram shots I took around the city in the past week:
Bryant Park ice skating rink at dusk
Grand Central Terminal, evening rush, aka, Pickpocket n' Pervert Happy Hour
Park Avenue, from a cab that smelled like feet and misery.
Puffy lone cloud - view from my office.
Sunrise over Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges.
I love winter in New York. Now, go download Instagram and let's be Instafriends, or Friendagrams,, or whatever the hell it's likely called on there. (I am, shockingly, "Metalia.")