Nothing beats a stroll through the Upper East Side with Paul Ryan. Materialistically, we have the same jacket and wallet. Genetically, he is five inches taller than me.

Here are a few shots of the hood… above, Elaine’s bathed in the morning light.

Something Jeffersons about this photo.

Skyscrapers tend to be on the tall side, just like Paul.

De La Vega tags the hell out of trash across the Upper East Side. I’ve been snapping the occasional photograph of his tags for half a decade.

Welcome to 2nd Avenue, the promise land for over time and under delivery.

Nobody has it easy in Manhattan when it comes to parking.

Vacancy.

Love the architectural contrast, it’s like putting a Walmart next to the Falling Water House. Classy.

If you look hard into this Jaguar, you will notice a Police Department jacket. That makes sense.

Umbrella, shoe repair, shoe shine… don’t most people who get their shoes shined always carry an umbrella?

Papers may roll, but they are not rolling papers.

Mmm… orange.

This architecture feels heavy, but I like it.

Certainly an intimidating set of steps to walk if you were a 13 year old kid picking up a girl for the ice cream social. Just kidding, we know 13 year old Manhattanites go to bars.

Smoke em’ out.

The Met in all of its early winter splendor.

Vanish the point.

A misguided acquisition, the renamed Googleheim was not the answer to Facebook’s explosive growth.

FLW knows how to build a balcony.

Copacetic.

Paul making nice at the Guggenheim atrium.

Putting on my artist scowl.

Michelangelo was unavailable for this hidden ivy mural in the garden of the Guggenheim.