Sundays in New York. Lately I’ve been taking advantage of the early matinees at the IFC, ’cause they’re playing French crime films and leaving the rest of the day open to exploring. In the past handful of Sundays, we’ve conquered Slash! Paper Under The Knife, the exhibit at the Museum of Art and Design, spent an afternoon rummaging through junk shops in Bushwick, and two weeks ago, celebrating the Chinese New Year on Mott Street. Still picking the confetti out of my hair. Photo credit goes to Spike.