First off: the debate.  We ate sweet potato latkes and sesame broccoli, and challah—oh, the challah.  We scored a still-warm loaf from Moishe’s, where Moishe himself flirted with us and said, “One loaf for three girls?  You will get in a fistfight!”  We respectfully declined his offer of another, and it turned out to be quite a civil affair.  And then the debate itself!  We played Palin bingo and couldn’t believe she never said “small town,” “good ol’ boys” or “Osama Bin Laden.”  Not even “gosh!”  Needless to say, I didn’t get bingo.

Now then.  It’s a new day, and everybody seems to agree that Biden won—what a smile he has!  Too bad he only flashed it at the pitbull.  BUT.  On to pretty things.

These portraits by Polly Wreford are stunning; I’m blown away by her use of color, atmosphere, accessories, and cropping her subjects.

{photos by Polly Wreford}