When I see a blonde woman, I think of Kim Gordon.

When I see a group of blonde women, I think of Sex in the City.

When I see a man with silver hair, I think of Jim Jarmusch.

When I see an old Asian woman with strange hats, I think of Yoko Ono.

When I see business man, I think of Mad Men.

When I see teenagers with skateboards, I think of the Kids.

When I passed by Hotel Chelsea, I think of Nico.

When I see a rooftop, I think of Trisha Brown.

When I see anything with a shining surface, I think of Jeff Koons.

When I entered an Italian restaurant, I think of Francis Coppola.

When I see the beach in New Jersey, I think of the Pixies.

When I am taking the D train heading to Coney Island, my mind pops up “glory of love”.

When I am in a Mexican restaurant, the only Spanish I say is ‘yo la tengo.’