La Princesa Verdadera

I call a lot of people "Princess." I mean it.

Darnell: To What Do I Owe The Pleasure?

Darnell gave me directions. My asking was kind of, kiiiiind of, a ploy. Regardless, people say shit to get shit they want all the time right? I've been on both sides of that type of human warfare. Anyway, he said "yes" to my taking his photo before I even finished my sentence. I considered him willing and able. Beautiful boy.

Best Seat In The House

As it ebbs and flows. Wax. Wane. Come. Go. Is the Ocean the ultimate dichotomy? Is this where we get all of our sides? The pull? The various forces in our life...maybe they come from this simple idea of back and forth...back and forth...back and forth. And we don't even know it 'til we sit on a cheap chair legs all splayed out, hat on, and stare at the ocean for a few hours...and realize everything is made of two parts. Even a realization is two things coming together.

Get comfy, Ma.

POOKA (mirror)

I went to the beach a couple of Thursdays ago. Waiting for my girl Paulina. She was a few hours late. I took a stroll around the carousels and popped into a few photo booths. I needlessly spent a couple beans on a few photos of yours truly. I tried to keep the same face. But found that different thoughts produced different faces. Not a new idea. So on that note I took one of my torso only, t-shirt design/message visible only...One came out that I thought was tolerable. I gave it to Daddy Longlegs later that day. I thought he would like an image of me where my head / face were not visible. I would never assume this mug is one he would want to look at every day.

Regarding these two women: they don't know eachother. They were on different planes that day...their entire existences, actually...but for a second they were on the same continuum.

Three Scared Mice

...good morning borjita! right. we have a small cock a roach problem and i fucking suppose we have a small mice problem as well. i don't even KEEP cheese in the cupboards. also, whose bright idea was it to slide down into the sink. musta been hot. musta thought it was a pool. as i approached the sink in the morning, they thought they were invisible...stacked on top of each other...the one on top must have been the older sibling. obviously i scooped each one (one at a time) and discarded of them outside. nice move borja. they're probably eating my cous cous in the cupboard right now.

John / D.U.M.B.O.

That is the biggest fucking lens I have ever seen. I like to get up close and personal when I shoot something. But maybe he's shooting a bridge, the city across the water from DUMBO, a group of women sunbathing 600 feet away. I consider getting close and personal like a knife fight, versus a missle launch. You wanna see what you're assaulting right? And let them see you? It's like engaging in a thumb war with a baby, this guy. Regardless: to each their own.

Mikey: Down Under The Manhattan Bridge (Endless Slumber Party)

Mikey. Smeekies. Dr. Vague, PhD. Again with the double exposed roll, ahhh Borja...Of all the photos on the double exposed May-June rolls this is probably the only one that came with its own blog entry already written for it. It takes no creativity to just explain quite simply that Mikey, Mikey Magnet, Mikey Magnifico, Mikey Magnanimous Marvelous Magical... Mikey gets married in two Saturdays to the most beautiful girl in the world. I am not exaggerating. This blog entry is free of hyperbole and charged solely with sincerity and appreciation. She is the stuff of Bob Dylan songs, Garcia Marquez flights, Brooklyn lore, Titian's Venus...She, of course, is much more than beautiful. It begins with singular and divine, and ends with lettered y fuerte...And I know a million more things in between...Mikey is, too. There are some things I don't think any of us are ever 'ready' for, per sé...babies? lay offs? broken arm? death? and maybe marriage is one of those things...especially for my generation...it seems that we are seeking to find something MORE powerful than the word 'marriage' and minus the corny, traditional or broken and false connotations...there is only one word for this kind of union ('matrimony' and 'wedlock' should be shot)...but I think here that doesn't matter...they would shine together regardless, and if no such word exists to represent their particular style of love, living, joint freedom, naked cooking, kitten conjunction, etc etc etc... then they will invent one.

the rebirth of the word will come with how we live it.

FELICIDADES JADE / MIKE

See you soon. Will try not to cry.