After live tweeting my train commute into the city, I took a cab to a morning meeting. In the 10 minute ride, I learned my cabbie, Muhammad Ali, wakes up at 4am and also doesn’t like driving in the snow.
The saddest part of my day was not being able to photograph my breakfast. I had eggs benedict, which is becoming my go to instead of french toast. It was at this moment that I realized I have a problem. There is no reason to photograph all my food, but for some reason I feel compelled. I’ve entered a support group.
Below are pictures from the rest of my day downtown: working at Starbucks with the hoi polloi, a stupidly delicious muffuletta, then an early evening of culture at the Art Institute of Chicago. ‘Twas a good day, but it reminded me that there are warmer places to live in January.
Started the day with a jaunt through Union Station.
The Grand Hall
After a client meeting, I had to refuel.
The Muffuletta is possibly my favorite sandwich. L’appetito is one of the few places to make them in Chicago.
Try it heated and you’ll never go back to a regular sub.
Time is heavy. Ya dig?
The garden was closed, but it still looked serene.
I wasn’t sure if it was snow or a tear in the lion’s eye.
A painting in a painting.
Wheat stacks: Winter
I made a sacrifice in hopes winter would end.
This was in the Native American art section. The imagery might haunt my dreams, but I loved the vivid colors.
…And this guy in the bottom right.
Where does this winding staircase lead?
To this sweet armor room.
Prepping for the next exhibit.
The first Tinder user: Left or Right?