I'm choosing to believe the new year began on the january 2nd. I got a place to live, work slowed down, ate red meat, and I finally witnessed someone openly pissing all over the subway (what I believed until this moment to be an NYC myth).
Champagne rained from my ceiling upon entering 2012...not enough for an umbrella or even a mouthful...but I found it a lovely way to begin the Mayan apocalypse.
Photos from http://splitpeavintageblog.tumblr.com/
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