You know when your apartment is so chronically messy that it's messiness starts to lose its shock value?  When you look around and see magazines scattered on the ground, books on tables, laundry  overspilling only a little bit and you think, wow the place hasn't looked this clean in awhile?

Gabe Wilson photographer extraordinaire came by my apartment last week to shoot photos for a project he is working on about authors and Brooklyn.  Here is what would have been a very stoic and professional-seeming shot had I remembered to remove the dirty t-shirt I stuffed there earlier that day in effort to "clean up" for the photographer who was coming.




My hand, trying to write a novel.  The Maxwell House, impressively steaming: 




I wasn't going to post the last shot because it's of my cat, and that would be the second time this week I posted about her.  But then I remembered how I warned about this kind of thing happening (ratio of cat photos to other photos) in blog post 1, way back when I was a wee little blogger. 




Thanks to Gabe for catching us mid-nanosecond when a spot of sunlight appeared on the ceiling and turned me into my cat.