…at the 3rd annual NYC Poetry Festival over the weekend. I think this is possibly my best selfie to date!
I spent my day at the festival doing readings in a little Poetry Brothel tent full of lace and beads and weirdness on Governor’s Island. I wore a corset and a lot of jewelry and did private readings for $1 each and secretly drank a lot of whiskey. And took selfies. Obviously.
I’m kind of terrible at selfies. I find that I rarely take them, and when I do it’s usually because I’m in an unusual environment. So I’m pretty proud of this one. I even got the “I’m not looking at the camera so it’s not an obvious selfie” look down!