Smoke Break

Last week, Chris and I had a slumber party, so I spent the night in Chelsea. On my way to the train the next morning, I stopped for a cup of coffee at a place on 18th near Sixth Avenue. There was a woman sitting a few stools down from me at the table that ran the length of the window, looking out. We both drank coffee and gazed across the way to some guy watching the street activity between us.

The woman pulled out a camera and I pulled out my drawing pad, so somewhere there's a companion composition to this drawing. The photographer and I looked at each other and smiled, but she didn't ask to see the drawing and I didn't ask to see the photograph.

And then I caught the train and went home to Brooklyn.