Weiwei-isms

Sitting on a bar stool in the dark, red light of The Spotted Pig in the West Village. Drinking ale and sazeracs. Eating ginger cake while reading Weiwei-isms. An antidote to a resigned life. The couple next to me at the bar was completely absorbed yet alone together. Texting them,

Sitting on a bar stool in the dark, red light of The Spotted Pig in the West Village. Drinking ale and sazeracs. Eating ginger cake while reading Weiwei-isms. An antidote to a resigned life. The couple next to me at the bar was completely absorbed yet alone together. Texting them,

Sitting on a bar stool in the dark, red light of The Spotted Pig in the West Village. Drinking ale and sazeracs. Eating ginger cake while reading Weiwei-isms. An antidote to a resigned life. The couple next to me at the bar was completely absorbed yet alone together. Texting them,