Brutal, With a Decent Forehand

I took this image last night in a loft in the part of Brooklyn where Jewish men wear tall black hats and stand on street corners davvening into their cell phones.

It contains a reflection of a man playing Ping-Pong while standing on the table, the reflection of a short film playing on a movie screen and the actual view of the warehouse-heavy skyline and water below. Somewhere in the background the actor in the film was stripped of his peyes and also standing on the Ping-Pong table. I do not know what those mysterious blue droplets are.

Earlier in the evening, one of the men now standing on the table turned to me and said: “You know, there are things I don’t like about you.”