2010 Catch Up

I finally got around to some of these photos from the past year while hanging out in Logan Airport for five hours on my way from New York to Long Beach yesterday. Most were shot with my Leica, though some are iPhone photos and some are from my 35mm toy camera.

Interstate 70 Between Green River and Salina, Utah

On the road from Liberia to La Fortuna, Costa Rica

Lake Arenal, Costa Rica

Lunch at a roadside soda in La Fortuna, Costa Rica

Small Town Costa Rica north of San Jose

Mexico City

Central Mexico City

Chapultepec Park, Mexico City

Chapultepec Park, Mexico City

Bridgelife, Chicago

Pilsen from Bridgelife


Riis Park, Queens

Memorial Day BBQ in Brooklyn

Maujer Roof, Brooklyn

Coney Island, Brooklyn

Atlantic City

Atlantic City


Montreal from Mount Royal


Portuguese Lunch in the Plateau, Montreal


Pollo Tropical Cat, Miami

Long Beach

Kogi BBQ Truck, LA


Omelette Inn!

Hole Mole!

Parking Garage in Chicago that thinks it’s the 2 Train

Grayslake, Illinois

After the Christmas Blizzard, Brooklyn.

Chinatown Fair Arcade, New York

East from the Empire State Building

I left for California yesterday with my car looking like this.

This sums up the past few months pretty well.

This entry was written by brett, posted on January 14, 2011 at 8:25 pm, filed under Chicago, Costa Rica, Long Beach, Miami, New York, Travel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Costa Rica September

I found three nights + a roundtrip flight from JFK to SJO for $300 per person and went to Costa Rica on a few days notice back in September. It became a four night trip when we were forced to spend an additional night in San Jose after missing the three hour cutoff for our flight. It became a five night trip because we had a 10pm-8am layover in Miami and enjoyed a traditional Wednesday night at LIV with Sir Juan Herrera.

Tarcoles River

Crocodiles and Cows

I’d definitely recommend Vista Los Sueños

Jacó Beach


Manuel Antonio

Hillside outside of Manuel Antonio

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I’ve been in New York since Saturday evening.

I dropped Juan off at MIA last Friday afternoon and immediately headed north on I-95, stopping only for waffle fries and regular unleaded until RIchmond, VA, where I retired for a night’s rest around 5:00 AM Saturday. After leaving Richmond at 2:00, fighting DC traffic, almost running out of gas in Baltimore, and spilling cherry limeade all over the dashboard, I crossed the Verrazano Narrows Bridge into Brooklyn around 8:00 PM Saturday night. I’ve been posted up in the top floor of a loft in Williamsburg ever since (how ruthlessly absurd).

Here are some more photographs of questionable quality:

This is Slick Rick rapping at his own birthday party in South Beach. Not sure why I was there, but it was fun.

This is a liquor store on the way to Versailles- a castle that is also the best Cuban spot in Miami.

This is what I ate at Versailles.

These are our bikes at the beach.

This is what a Central Florida sunset looks like.

This is the Brooklyn side of the Verrazano Narrows Bridge.

This is the Brooklyn Bridge as seen from the northbound BQE.

This is the view from the rooftop where I’m currently residing.

I saw these in a thrift store in NoHo yesterday.
Their subtle way of saying “you have a free roundtrip on jetblue, now use it to go to Bogotá or else.”

These are from a Kodak disposable that I bought in Long Beach:

This is the view from my flight from LGB-ORD earlier this month.
The transition from the San Bernardino Mountains to the Mojave Desert is sweet.

This is the approach over Chicago, complete with a u-turn over Lake Michigan.

In other news, a great lunch was enjoyed today at the Boston Market in Ridgewood, Queens. Starting tomorrow morning (Friday) I have to go to three airports in four days and I’m not even flying anywhere. Saturday, however, I will be driving upstate for the day. No idea what I’m doing next week.

Also, I promise that effective immediately there will be no more hipstamatic photos on this blog.

This entry was written by brett, posted on May 20, 2010 at 11:51 pm, filed under Chicago, Miami, New York, Travel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Four Weeks by Camera Phone

Chicago, Las Vegas, Long Beach, Ensenada, Tokyo, Seoul, LA, Miami.

Karaoke in Hongdae

Fried Chicken Delivery in Seoul

Compton Station on the LA Metro

Seoul Tower

That way

Central Seoul?

Rooflife in Playas de Rosarito, Mexico

Fail Mirror in Colorado

This TV Dinner was good

But the actual restaurant was way better

TV Dinner Restaurant


Strange Fruit is my favorite

Cosmos is pretty sweet too

How to spend $20 on a photobooth in Long Beach

Two trackbike boutiques in two blocks in Hongdae

Taco truck in Seoul

Moroccan sandwiches after a party in Seoul, shortly before a 5:00 am cab ride to Incheon Airport.

Five bikes on a rack for three on the way to Mexico

Look at all these Lenos. Burbank, CA.

Jerome getting political

Cause he’s got the money to be political

Long Beach airport is my favorite

How to drive from Chicago to Miami in under 20 hours

Juan’s fridge in Miami

Yesterday I bought the hipstamatic app for my phone, which is pretty amusing. These next few are from that.

Sir Juan’s Villa

Driving back into Miami from the beach

Fail raft

I’ll be in Miami until Friday, then headed to New York for a while. More soon.

This entry was written by brett, posted on May 10, 2010 at 7:24 pm, filed under Chicago, Long Beach, Mexico, Miami, Seoul, Travel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Back in Miami

I left Chicago around 6:00 last night for South Florida, driving straight through the night into today until Del Ray, where I picked up Juan’s apartment keys and drove the final hour into downtown Miami. The drive took just over twenty hours in addition to the ten hours of nonsense errands that I had to take care of before leaving Chicago. Needless to say, I had a date with the air mattress immediately upon arrival. It’s pretty amazing what five hours on an Eddie Bauer air mattress will do for your motivation. Time now for Pollo Tropical and Poplife.

This entry was written by brett, posted on May 8, 2010 at 7:14 pm, filed under Miami, Travel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Chicago-New York-Miami:
The Other Bermuda Triangle

The past few times I’ve been in New York, I’ve been tempted by the idea of jumping on the southbound New Jersey Turnpike and driving Interstate 95 to its southern terminus in Miami. Though the drive to Miami is only marginally shorter from New York than it is from Chicago, New York and Miami share the same highway (I-95) and ocean (Atlantic). This is the same (gratuitously flawed) logic that gave birth to a road trip from LA to Vancouver the weekend following the 2004 presidential election.

I spent the first week of this month in New York: ADC Review, studio tours, friends, bike riding and non-ironic dining. My car even got to play victim in a hit-and-run on a deserted side street in Queens. A good time, sans the fact that it rained for 90 percent of the week.

This is us on the Williamsburg Bridge.

When school gives you a free hotel room in Chelsea, you invite not only your teacher to the party, but all your friends in Brooklyn.

On Friday May 8th, I ate my traditional leaving New York meal (number 6 at Wendy’s plus an extra hamburger) in Maryland instead of New Jersey. Later that night I ate a Banana and some cereal bars in the humid-subtropical parking lot of a southern North Carolina twenty four hour supermarket. Noon on Saturday I ate a Cuban sandwich 100 yards from the beach at Bal Harbour Shops in Miami.

Stuck in traffic on the Williamsburg bridge on our way to the Holland Tunnel on our way to the NJT on our way to Miami.

Sometimes Jerome drives.

This is on the border of North and South Carolina.

As always, Miami was ridiculous: Beach, hot tub, pool, Chicago, The Standard, The White Room, and Pollo Tropical. Juan played host and played it well.

The drive back to Chicago was non-stop and to the point, short of an hour break in Atlanta to indulge in some twenty four hour diner food with a few friends.

I made it back to Chicago less than twenty four hours before Industry Night, which went really well. I talked to quite a few people and got a lot more feedback than at the ADC Review. I woke up sick on Friday, but still made it to Manifest and the graduation party at the Hilton that night. Slept in on Saturday instead of walking at graduation, but that was pretty much the plan anyways.

Downtown Miami is so strange.

Beach, then hot tub, then pool. Everyday.

Juan bought a three hundred dollar moped that occasionally runs long enough to make it to South Beach.

Rick Ross couldn’t make it to the photo shoot.

Sweet dent.

Reststop on Alligator Alley.

Tonight I’m sending in an application to take part in a paid NYC-LA bike ride from June-August. $3000 plus $25/day and $800 for transportation to NYC and from LA to ride my bike across the country with 41 other people and blog about it (it’s part of an ad campaign for a vodka company). Sign me up.

This entry was written by brett, posted on May 17, 2009 at 9:30 pm, filed under Chicago, Miami, New York, Travel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Bienvenidos a Miami

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Back in November a few friends and I decided rather impulsively to drive to Miami for the weekend. Leaving after class Thursday afternoon and returning shortly before class Monday at 8:30 in the morning, we’d cover 2760 miles roundtrip through the lower midwest and the southeastern United States. With the total available time being roughly 86 hours, we were left with 38 hours of actually being in Miami after accounting for the 48 hours spent in transit. Normally my policy is that time spent in the destination must be greater than time spent in the car, however the unseasonably early snowstorm and 20 degree weather forecast for Chicago that weekend called for drastic measures.

We arrived in Miami Beach Friday night to discover that nascar was in town, and as such all accommodations were booked solid and the city was full of hundreds of thousands of people who drink lite beer and enjoy watching cars drive in ovals for hours on end. After quite the search we landed ourselves in a bayside motel in a slightly grimy residential neighborhood on the northwest side of Miami Beach. No complaints though, as the price was more than right, our door opened up to a waterfront pool, and a slashy and some excellent Colombian takeout was just a five-minute walk over the bridge into Miami proper.

A few weeks after returning to Chicago, I was watching a rap videos on Latin American Television with a new friend when I was shocked to see the pool at the International Inn as the setting for quite the scandalous video. Upon further Youtube and Google investigation, I became aware that this was also the motel from the Reno 911 movie. Strange how that works.

Our days consisted of this.

And this.

As is obligatory while driving through the southern United States, we consumed much Chik-fil-a and Waffle House, as well as a stop at a rather unfortunate Wendy’s in Merrillville, Indiana on both the way out and the way back. Fortunately, our diets while in Miami consisted of exclusively Cuban, Colombian, and Argentine food. In fact, I enjoyed the most delicious empanada of my life at an Argentine bakery at 5:30 am after riding the Collins Avenue bus up from a long night at Purdy Lounge and night swimming in South Beach.

Joe lost his glasses after being slapped in the face by a wave while body surfing on the morning of our departure, rendering me the only capable driver, as the girls cannot drive a shifter car. Although I’ve driven thirty hours straight without sleeping on multiple occasions, I didn’t have it in me to do this without a break. We ended up sleeping in the car in the parking lot of a Waffle House in Macon, Georgia. This was rather convenient, as upon waking up I had to walk less than twenty feet to acquire my daily serving of bacon. Monica had grits. This is probably why her sunglasses matched the facade of the restaurant.

I forget where I saw this, but I was so appalled I actually went back to my car to grab my camera.

A quick stop at a used record store near Tulane University in Nashville for a re-up on the soundtrack left us with TLC’s Crazy Sexy Cool, The Fugees Greatest Hits, and soundtrack to Hedwig and the Angry Inch to cap out the drive.

Although we arrived home in time for my Monday morning class, I put some aloe on my slightly crisped back and took a nap.

This entry was written by brett, posted on January 3, 2009 at 11:57 pm, filed under Miami, Travel and tagged . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.