It’s been a long time coming. Last weekend, Rob made a solo journey up to 7S to come hang with the locals. It was a condensed visit, and one that definitely didn’t last as long as it should have. But that didn’t stop him, or us, from making the most of it, and make the most we did. Friday morning, the Brompton brothers jammed up to B+H, a somewhat religious pilgrimage, to check out some…screw it we didn’t’ need a reason. We chummed it up with an old acquaintance behind the counter that sold Sarah her first Leica’s, and proceeded to roam the premises. Rob headed off to lunch at Glamour with Lauren, and we all met up later for dinner at Bond st. Unsatisfied with just a belly o’ fish, the gang roamed down Saint Mark’s and paid a visit to the illustrious Crif Dog, and what a visit that was. We followed that feast with lunch at Ed’s the next day, and discovered the Summer Streets activities. All of Lafayette was closed down, letting people roam free in the streets. It was the perfect atmosphere to try out the newly discovered Hexar Af, an old 35mm camera Sarah had left behind in the appartment. The Hexar may not be the best looker, but it enjoys a semi-cult status among photographers for its almost silent shutter. Shooting with the rangefinder got my obsessive self back into film, and I took out the time-tested Nikkormat SLR as well. Dinner at Del Posto put us all into comas, and the rest of the night saw our energies devoted to digestion. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time to regroup before brunch at the Dutch the next morning. I must admit, I had my doubts, but I don’t think I have ever eaten a breakfast faster. A damn fine visit I’d say.

Pictures after the break…