Aimee and I went to New York this weekend to find museums, photo booths, and “Christmas,” the elusive feeling of holiday cheer that lies somewhere between the crush of camera-mad tourists thrashing their way toward the tree at Rockefeller Center and the drunken mob of cheerful Santas on their blitzkrieg through Greenwich Village. We found it, though, so don’t worry.



Aimee takes on a family of deer in this classy game at Otto’s Shrunken Head; we had more success once we figured out you needed to reload.



Every tree stand seemed to have an inflatable Santa showing the way.



Looks like the sign makers at MoMA need a little edcuation.



I’m not sure what this is, but it was an appealing subject.



Quick, before we get trampled by that disembodied hand holding a video camera pointed at nothing!



We were witness to SantaCon 2003, a sight to behold, especially when the passenger of a cab got out of the car and attempted to stop the never-ending flow of drunken Santas that were blocking his way. Stampeding Santas won.