Tunde, me, and Kyp in Mexico City
Photo by Emilio Valdes
With this picture of my nephew.
I bought him funny glasses when he was a baby. Good to know he’s still got years of mileage to get out that thing.
This is Gerry. He passed away last week.
Tomorrow friends and family will get together in Brooklyn to say goodbye. I wish I could be there to say good-bye in person.
He will be missed.
Nothing like a Justin Bieber/Johnny Rzeznik wig bought at Tokyu Hands in Shibuya to transform one from wallflower to supermodel.
Sean poses like he was born to model. All I could do was sit back and watch the magic unfold… “Work it!”
$300 for 15 minutes of sheer heaven and hell. Possibly the most stressful and most expensive meal of my life was served to me by this unassuming man, Jiro Ono. But since our first encounter things have laxed a little. I now chew my food before swallowing and the nervous sweating has subsided… kind of.
Was it worth it? I like to think so.
Will I be back? Most definitely. If not for the sushi, just to say hi to Jiro-san, and give him a hug.