san valentín, 2011

although loving is not the same as being loved. she blooms late. happy v-day, from a man named Fubu, in Ditmas BK - - who apparently loves year-round, regardless of snow or sun, in black and white, or color, in his home or yours.

banal mundane munal badane

branch face

tiny with runny nose and tight shoulders

tinytown

todo tiene su final, eh? todo impermeable, no? aprendi mucho (about me) con la nena.

Dos Labios (Catch It, Callejeros...)

on this day i saw a red TuLip amidst much greenery, a red stop light against a forest spread, and a red car hidden behind some green birch trees. fuckin' christmas around here...

Yusuf / Jacob

Cowardly [Stone] Lion (5-7-5)

5-7-5

cowardly lion /
hiding behind greenery /
but you white, baby...

spinny wheel

i felt no breeze but this inanimate object did. odd.

Pogo Grill

Al Green / Let The Right One In

Pepe Marchena's Córdoba This Is Not

define ruddy

Me by Olive / Olive by My Cell Phone

...in the afternoon light, praise be there is some, me and lil' O walk around midwood, bk...today i had no camera...when i do i find myself sooooooo wanting to shoot that even shrubs are becoming sexy and i think my next roll of film will consist of every porch swing i've seen with olive during our walks from cortelyou road to newkirk and back... today we took some extra time to poke around backyards that weren't ours but that were so inviting / open i was sure if anyone HAD caught us out there playing they would have said "ohhh youuuuu guys...do you want ice in your lemonade?" knock on wood - this little lady and i get along. she knows it's a professional relationship and treats it as such. she's not clingy or teary or whiney or mean or TOO possessive. she is not a clown per sé nor does she find many things hillarious but she IS quick to smile and loves her best friend gustavito most of all and exercises her 40+ (?) word vocabulary with aplomb for most of the day...questions?! don't ask...although perhaps she's just posing rhetorical questions and I'M the asshole...i noticed last week she can't pronounce the "k" or "q" sounds and so today as we were trespassing along 17th and 18th streets i began asking her where the kitty kats were and if she'd seen any because i'm a kid too, and boy do i love titty tats.