A Glamorous Photo of Me on My Bike


Doesn’t it make me look a little like a triple agent on a secret mission, zooming off to some embassy (or gay bar) with brisk aplomb?

Doesn’t the spontaneity of the shot reek of all sorts of forward motion and New York zip-a-dee-hoo-ha?

Does anyone else carry off the stunning feat of riding a broken-down bike while wearing a Brooks Brothers jacket?